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Lost in Translation Chapter 3Chapter 3
"Lucille! Wake up you lazy good for nothing!"
"Mother! She isn't well! She's had a fever all night!"
"Huh? A fever? Oh Lord I hope its not catching. She better stay in there, I don't want to catch that!"
Lucille lay in her bed. She knew she wasn't sick. Jeremy knew she wasn't sick as well. He was just trying to protect her from the world.
Ever since he was little, he was the older sibling to Lucille. He was the only one who ever truly understood her, so he spoke for her, vouched for her, could read her silent emotions and tried to make it better for her.
He can't protect me forever though, Lucille thought. She hugged her pillow holding it close to her body.
The door opened and Jeremy came in with a glass of milk and bread.
"If you could tell me what happened, I have a feeling that it would be much different than the gossip going around the shops." Jeremy said, sitting on the bed.
Lucille did nothing. She reached for the milk and started taking little sips.
"I'm glad that you'
Lost in Translation Chapter 2Chapter 2
Felix cupped the girl's chin and smiled. "You're a pretty one, aren't you?"
The girl giggled and blushed. She twirled a golden curl with her finger and batted her lashes.
Felix leaned in to kiss the girl, only to be tugged away by the back of his collar. "Come on, Felix, we have places to be."
"Hyyyyyyyde!" Felix whined, looking back at the girl, winking before turning back to his friend.
"Be mature for once in you life, for me?" Hyde requested, rolling his eyes. Felix smiled deviously, his large eyes twinkling in violet amusement.
"Oh, you're just butthurt about missing out on that mute beauty last night." He shimmied his jacket sleeves off and posed femininely. "As her eyes seemed to say 'stay, my love!' Hyde was whisked away by his guilt and the heavy weight of his marriage to the Duchess of Markill! Oh what tragedy the tale unfolds! Leaving the poor child in a puddle of silent tears!"
Hyde stared at his companion and really sized his up. What made this kid so damn annoyin
Lost in Translation Chapter 1Chapter 1
The ball gowns swirled in unison as the ball was in full swing, the footsteps falling in perfect union. Masks danced with light glinting off the golden feathers that adorned them, hiding the pleasant smiles and squinting eyes as the people laughed and joked.
The orchestra played a fast beat melody that made the people scramble to keep up with it.
Smells drifted through the sounds and people, decorating the air with lovely aromas of breads and tender meat. They were accented by the lovely citrus smells coming from the balcony, open to the room and above a charming orange grove.
Out on the balcony stood a couple, their fingers entwined and their noses buried in each other's necks.
Eyelashes wet with tears, the girl looked up at the man, and placed a hand delicately on his cheek. He did the same, his hand soon becoming wet with her tears.
"Lucille " He murmured. She shook under his strong hand as he placed it on the small of her back.
His bangs fell into his eyes and she co
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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