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Paul looked at his assignment and his heart sank. Ones like this were hard. After his mother passed and he took her job, he understood why sometimes he would wake up and find her by his bedside crying. It was hard, but it needed to be done. He had a job to do. Maple Street…… Continue reading 2:19

Not This Time

Right now, at this moment and in this place, Pike and the girl were invisible. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold it, but he knew he would have to maintain the time shift long enough for the assassin to do her job. He couldn’t fail this time. This 50-word short was written…… Continue reading Not This Time

Anything For Betty

Betty spent two weeks carving pumpkins, cutting construction paper bats and witches, and hanging black and orange fairy lights. The day was spent putting final touches on her costume and filling over one hundred individual candy bags. She loved Halloween more than any other day of the year. At dusk, she flicked on her porch…… Continue reading Anything For Betty

The Seeking Heart

Bats fly Landing on stone gargoyles Only to take flight Once again. Danger nears, screams Cutting the silence Unnerving even the most Resolved hearts. Lost love searching In vain Near and yet so far Gone. This was inspired by the Word of the Day Challenge – bloodcurdling

2:18

“Hello?” Paul said, groggily. There was no one on the other end. There never was, and never will be. It had been this way since his mother died. It didn’t begin with her, or her mother, or her mother’s mother. This had been going on forever. Literally, forever. Before telephones, the family reported hearing the…… Continue reading 2:18