Habit

Habit

She sat on the park bench, an enigma to the people passing by, ignoring her plain brown hair, her thick brown loafers, her thick frames sitting on the tip of her nose as she buried her head deep into her book. The cover was worn, tired, and like her owner, seemed soft compared to the steely gaze of the man watching the woman across the park.

To some his actions might seem strange, creepy to others. Each day as he left the office for his daily hotdog from Lefty’s, he watched the woman sitting still as a statue, in the…

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Ana

Ana

The Masked Phantom Strikes Again.” I read aloud. I hold the paper in front of me, my friends circled around me, drinking their tea, and listening intently. “The Masked Phantom has been reported as being seen by 13 eyewitnesses at The Boulevard, a swank hotel, stealing the crystal lights from the honeymoon ballroom. Authorities are befuddled by the thefts, but assure the public that the Masked Phantom is no harm to the general population and will be caught shortly.

Mary, my closest friend, and cousin, looks at…

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Doorway

Doorway

Two missing front teeth, pig tails, and a broad smile peer at Emma. With a sigh, she places the lonely photo back in its place. The box lid sits open, the photo taunting its owner as she sits back with a deep groan. Her bones creak, joints pop, and a breath, simple as it is, rattles her paper-thin lungs.

She watches the box carefully. An indescribable shapes begins to bubble from the box, twisting, turning, shaking, and transforming. As it finally lands with a less than graceful thud on the thick carpet. Emma doesn’t say a word, she watches as…

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