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Spair key iz in frog statue. Oh. Ware gloves! Give Spot ham and he wont bark. Daddy haz one of hiz guns in front door clozet. Parents room upstairs, 2nd door to right. Shoot daddy 1rst. In the head. He iz a light sleeper. Shoot moma next. Shill screem, thats okay. Should be able to …
Sara reread the text once, twice, then three times: something came up, can’t make it. She looked at the apple pie steaming in the oven. The smell wafting through the kitchen no longer smelled so sweet; there’d be no date. Hours of scouring the attic for Grandma’s dusty recipe. Made with apples Sara handpicked. Weeks …
The spaceship went from planet to planet collecting the 51 types of entities. They were all colors, shapes, and chemical compositions. What they had in common was their official inclusion in the Intergalactic Federation of Intelligent Life. The spaceship had one species left to get. The little Kranliens, being Kranliens, bounced and cheered when the ship …
The problem, 80-year-old Mrs. Pembleton, resolved, started with her first murder. When she killed the mugger who broke Mrs. White’s arm. (He thought he was so clever with the mask, but she recognized the two tattoos on her neighbor’s neck.) No one suspected the little old lady next door for the grisly murder. Now she …
How I know Celeste? I was her makeup artist, she — how you say — got me fired. I have two more runway models to finish and this American model put her — eh — mascara tears over my work. “What the Hell is your problem?” I yell. “My prom is today.” She …
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I was feeling claustrophobic, squeezed on all sides by the machine. “The VR is magnetic,” my best friend, Mia said. “It’s sensing the signals of your nervous system so that it knows how and when to move for you.” I enjoyed being an omnipotent wizard until I felt the sharp pain, like metal …
Gloria waited, crammed in the tight cell. Once in a blue moon, Only You by the Platters would play. Her cell would open, she would escape through the maze; its walls aglow with brilliant lights that danced about like the Aurora Borealis. But even in the dark, she could’ve found her way. She’d run the …
They say being buried alive is the scariest thing. No. It’s being trapped in your own body, having your parents squeezing your hand, praying to a God they don’t believe in — not knowing you’re in there trying to respond. The doctor urged my parents to pull the plug many times. They always …
Jan and Stu see each other from across the room. She’s there for the bride; he’s there for the groom. Sparks fly as their eyes remain locked. It’s like they’ve known each other in another life! They’re not entirely wrong… He cut her off in traffic a year ago. She did it back. At …
Cindy carries her son in her arms. The realtor was right; the beautiful abandoned house is a bargain. Together, they enter the children’s room. “This is your room,” she coos. Ryley peeks up from his mother’s arms… Each of the four walls is an inviting color: yellow, blue, orange, and green. He loves the …