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Incipimus Iterum and the Gathering
Incipimus Iterum and the Gathering (Chapter eight) It was late afternoon and the skies were cloudy. The day wasn’t hot but the breeze was humid and smelled of approaching summer. Allison is standing on the sidewalk, looking up at the imposing structure. The place is definitely old. The day was Monday, and she was fresh…
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Pocket Wilderness Conflict: The snack attack at noon
Pocket Wilderness Conflict: The snack attack at noon Dan has been in this spot all day. It was one of his favorite spots, and also very secret. Whenever he needs to think or just be alone he comes to his favorite spot. This one. He liked it because it was isolated. It allows him to…
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Turnstiles: Escape plan
Turnstiles: Escape Plan Tommy tries the door again. It is jammed tight. He pulls with all his might. Then pushes and pulls alternately. It’s as though something has jammed it from the other side. He stands back from the door and kicks it. Then he kicks it again for good measure. He’s not leaving this…
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Underground travel plans
Underground travel plans (Continued from the previous story) Jeff has given up on Tommy. He is struggling mightily to free himself from the turnstile. It isn’t working. He tries to lower himself, and squeeze out that way. It’s no good, the turnstile opening is too small. Then he tries to climb out of it. As…
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Flicking the turnstile switch
Flicking the turnstile switch Jeff tries to wriggle free. He cannot. Not only is he stuck from the top of the turnstile, but also the bottom. He looks down the mezzanine to the token booth. Tommy is in the booth. Any second now the machine would unlatch. Jeff watches the door to the token booth…
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The turnstile switch
The turnstile switch Not a lot is happening at four thirty in the morning. Especially not late night commerce. Which is why no one notices when they pull the car up the ramp. They pull it into the hidden area just out of sight of the highway. Twenty minutes later and only the shell remains.…
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Quitting time at the diner
Quitting time at the diner (Chapter Seven) Allison was tired. Mid way through an extra shift at the diner has taken its toll. She has three tables currently, and the assholes at table 16 are almost too much. She refills the glass for the fourth time. After making sure there is ample ice. Her first…
