67 Results with the "Fiction" genre
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Ch1. Running
Odessa "Wait!" The gurgling voice called for me. A claw ripped the upper part of my ankle; I winced at the sharp sting but kept going. Flinging the weighty door open to the unobstructed air, I bolted to the tree line, which wasn't far. This area was usually secure, streaming with guards, but many were missing. I didn't question it; this was my only chance. His gurgles became more transparent; he was healing far too quickly. My hope for escape was diminishing, but I trudged on because facing the…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 8
He notices me right away. He was about to take a drink, but freezes with his glass of beer halfway to his mouth. It’s too late to pretend I didn’t see him. So I send him a curt nod and walk over to the bar. I slide onto a stool and look in the opposite direction, examining the décor. A lighted mirror behind the bar displays shelves of liquor. Red leather booths line one end of the room and the opposite wall. At the other end of the room, a pool table is brightly lit from above with a lamp…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 7
At eight o’clock sharp the next morning, Mr. Personality knocks on my door. Pounds on it, actually, with brutal force. As if he’s the leader of a SWAT team, and he’s been tasked with taking down a group of crazed hostage-takers to save a hundred people’s lives. I open the door and stare at him. “Good morning, Mr. Leighrite. What’s the emergency?” Frowning, he looks me up and down. Because the house is freezing, I’m wearing a bulky sweater with a down vest over it along with…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 6
I take a while to pull myself together, splash water from the bathroom faucet on my face, and dry my eyes. Then I put a stamp on an envelope, slide the letter inside and seal it, and take it out to the mailbox. When I return to the kitchen, Aidan is nowhere in sight. I go into the laundry room and finish folding the towels, go back to the kitchen and empty the plastic buckets into the sink, replace them on the floor under the drips, then stare into the fridge in search of something I know I won’t eat…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 5
Dear Dante, I don’t have any money, so go pick on someone else if that’s what you’re after. Seriously, I’m broke. Who are you? What do you want? Why did you contact me? You said you know me, but you’re wrong. I don’t know anyone with your name, much less anyone in prison. I’m not judging you, so you know. But I’d like to know what you did to get yourself there. Actually, forget it. I’m only writing now to ask you to stop contacting me. If you send another letter, I’ll give…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 4
I stand next to the kitchen window with the letter in my hands and read it again in the gray afternoon light. Then again. Then once more, because it’s so bizarre, my brain refuses to come up with any plausible explanations for it. Probably because there aren’t any. The overhead lights flicker back on, illuminating the room. Throwing my arms in the air, I say to the ceiling, “I wish you’d done that when Mr. Everything’s Great Eddie was here!” Then I fold the letter, put it back into…-
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Part 1 – Chapter 3
Dear Kayla, You didn’t respond to my last letter, which I understand, because you think we’ve never met. You’re wrong. I could bore you with the details, but for now, just trust that I know you. In every way one person can know another, I know you. I know the sight, sound, taste, and smell of you. I know your darkest darks and your lightest lights. I know your dreams, your nightmares, and every secret you’ve ever kept hidden, all those nameless desires you never admitted even to…-
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