Jason breathed. He panted. Saliva dripped from his tongue and onto a square, black tile. Something cracked, making David jump and Jason whimper. Some more pops filled the empty room. David looked around, they sounded close.
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Posted 26 March 2010
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TweetThe green and white tennis shoe laced tight to his right foot had unraveled and come undone. His left was lost a mile back, when he dashed across the Belkin’s muddy lawn. Five toes had already been exposed and he was in danger of showing off all ten, but still, he ran. Through wet grass, [...]
Tweet‘I am concerned for Janet, Rudy. And for Jim.’ Rudy stood in his customary place behind the front desk, puzzled and surprised. ‘I believed that they were doing quite well, sir. I was not aware that there was cause for concern.’ ‘Do you know what is happening this very moment?’ ‘I believe I do, sir. [...]
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Posted 17 March 2010
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Tweet Pt. 1 – Charlie Pt. 2 – … goes to Canada, sort of Pt. 3 – … and the Big Blue Ox Pt. 4 – … and the Big Blue Ox pt. II Charlie looked down at the shiny face clasped around his wrist, and squinted his blue eyes against the circular, blinding glare [...]
She took one tentative step, and then another. All around her, musicians and dancers filed off stage. She would be among the last to leave. Though the blackness pressed in, she felt her shoulders relax. Nothing bad could get to her; the new security team was too good.
A warm trickle of breeze swept past her ear. Within it bubbled the hint of a malignant chuckle.
“Found you.”
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Posted 13 March 2010
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At the platform edge, his gaze flashed down, then back up, scanning the half-empty house once more. She was down there, all right, in a tumbled heap of too high heels, white faux leather, and metallic sequins that glittered silver, gold, and bronze. She’d landed on her side, and long tendrils of honey blonde hair obscured her face. With only that brief look, he couldn’t tell whether she breathed or no.
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David turned, processing the sentence sitting in the front seat with them. He stared at the open window of the Gibbson’s house. “Lovely.”
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Posted 05 March 2010
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TweetDriving on the road toward Oregon, Diana felt her lungs expand, her breathing ease. She needed this trip more than anyone knew – more than she herself even realized until just this moment. As she listened to Pete Yorn on her “Trip of Road” playlist, she gradually felt all the semi-permanent wrinkles in her forehead [...]
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TweetJim stared a moment longer at the computer screen, then sat back and rubbed his eyes. ‘Ben, do you want anything? I need a break.’ ‘I wouldn’t say no to a couple glazed, Jim. Thanks.’ ‘Alright.’ Jim made his way out of his cubicle, heading toward the coffee table and thinking. I haven’t been able [...]
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Posted 24 February 2010
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