Oneshot: Unbirthday (Part II)

Three days on the run, leaving behind the inferno of the castle. Three days of thrashing about through swampland and marsh, of whistling trees and thorny branches.

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Oneshot: When You Wish Upon A Star

  Scotch whisky. On the rocks. There was no finer drink. The clink of the ice cubes in the whisky glass rang out echoing in the Southwestern desert, briefly interrupting the afternoon’s silence. Jack picked up his half-full handle and poured himself a generous portion. He whisked the glass around in a circular motion a couple times, allowing…

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Oneshot: Vampire 101

Peter quickly realized, about a half-second after his transformation, that being a vampire wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. You lied to me, Stephanie Meyers! he thought, as he surveyed his glitter-free skin and his rotund beer belly that, regrettably, survived the painful evolution process. He was on the verge of chucking…

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Oneshot: Future Tense (Part I)

  “Hey, I need to talk to you.” Rachel appeared by my side almost out of nowhere, her footsteps hidden by the cacophony of chatter and locker slams that were typical of the average high school passing period. I got a whiff of her perfume and was about to comment on how nice she smelled, but…

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Oneshot: Love On Rails

“You – you what?” “I love you.” The three words echoed across time, space and everything in between, but Kate still couldn’t believe it. “You love me,” she repeated, blank-faced, to the person sitting across the aisle. “I do,” the boy said, his hands stretching earnestly across his armrest. “I – I mean, I’ve just…

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Oneshot: Faraway

He spotted them, not one hundred yards in front of him. They were walking; she was loosely holding on to his arm and his head was angled slightly toward her body. They laughed. He thought he might cry, and silently breathed a sigh. This wasn’t something he had bargained for, when he had left his…

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Oneshot: Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Today was going to be a good day for Kirk Fitzpatrick; he could feel it from the moment he rolled out of his dusty bed in the attic and his feet hit the well-trodden floorboards. An El train thundered past the grimy window, belching soot from its coal-powered engine, but even that couldn’t dampen his…

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Oneshot: Five Dollars

It was a hot night, hotter than what the forecast had led me to believe. But then, I was in South America in summertime. And to expect cool weather in a dusty mining town in northern Chile is, even for some of the service’s more naive men, a bungle of extraordinary proportions. Speaking of extraordinary…

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Oneshot: Dancing In Heaven

In a small, quiet, out-of-the-way avenue in Los Angeles, there is a club that hides away from the bustle of the city. Its location is public — anyone can look it up in a phone book — but no one bothers to. In a city full of competing nightspots, smaller watering holes tend to get…

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Oneshot: Unbirthday (Part I)

It was nightfall. Mistral sighed and blew out the candles. It was dark, and everyone else was sleeping peacefully; even Harriet, the lethargic hound, was curled in her corner, quietly snoring. He was the last person awake in the castle tonight. Today had been, yet again, a wholly uneventful day for Mistral. The sun had…

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Oneshot: Discovering Affection

Yvonne sat in the dimly-lit restaurant, the white napkin draped across her lap, her smartphone on the table, and alone. The table was set for two; the silverware glistened under the soft, dissipating light of the chandelier that hung above, swaying slightly in the draft blowing in from the cool autumn evening breeze. Someone –…

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Oneshot: Celebrating Gone

“You don’t really think she’s watching, do you?” Jeanie looked up from where she was tracing absent-mindedly on the ground with a stick. “Huh?” Michael lifted his head up from the sleeping bag he was currently in and looked over at his sister. “You know. How you said … that she would always be with…

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