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Running Cpt. 10I took a look around the table and couldn’t help but smile. We were like a family; a weird, somewhat dysfunctional family, but still a better one than I had left behind. Eliot was telling some story about his classes, making me laugh, and Damien smiled politely as he set the table. Even Jake seemed to finally be happy, not in the excited way he had earlier, but in a more subdued, quiet kind of contentment. I thought it suited him better, felt more natural even. After all, a few days ago he hadn’t been willing to say a word.
“Here you go,” Damien said quietly to me as Eliot continued his story, giving Jake and I our silverware and a saucer of food to share.
“Thanks!” I replied, giving him a smile in return. Jake came up and sat cross-legged next to me, looking up at Eliot every once in a while to show he was listening to the story. I handed him his silverware with a hesitant smile. I still felt bad about the escapade earlier, but I shouldn’t hav
Read This Story- Part II“I can finally see you,” she says, bright eyes examining yours.
You feel suddenly empowered, as if brought into being simply by her words. She knows you exist. But… how? All this while you’ve been watching the plot move along, sure in your knowledge that you are separate from it. Suddenly, you find yourself impossibly involved in the story.
Emily smiles comfortingly at you, and says, “It’s okay, you can talk. I know it’s confusing, but you’re safe here with me.”
You open your mouth slightly to try talking, but immediately close it. That’s ridiculous, of course that’s not going to work. You briefly consider writing on the page, but that doesn’t seem likely either. Luckily, Emily reacted with a smile and an encouraging nod as soon as you thought about communicating. It appears she can hear you after all; your thoughts at least.
“Exactly!” she happily exclaims. “Now you’ve got the hang of it.&
Read This Story- Part IPsychic Emily Runov was having a bad day.
It was clear from the way she carried herself. The tension in her shoulders could have rivaled the practiced knots of an Eagle Scout. Her curly chestnut hair, usually tied neatly back by a ribbon, was falling in desperate locks around her face. Bare feet hit the pavement with uncharacteristic force. If asked, she probably would have said her aura was off.
The familiar buildings around her offered no solace. She had passed all the quaint duplexes painted different colors without so much as a glance, past all the dogs and people she usually greeted warmly. It wasn’t until she reached her house that Emily took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to cry.
Her house, like her, was unique. Originally a small stone church in the middle of an urban neighborhood, the city had grown around it. The group residing there had moved to a better location, and the church had lain deserted for years. Eventually Emily, looking for cheap accom
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