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The strangers lambs

He took her hand and smiled. "Do you trust me?"
Her breath was steady, but she was trying hard to keep it that way. "That's a tricky question. We hardly know each other."
He took a step towards her. "That may be true, Becca, but I believe we can feel it - within us - we can feel whether or not to trust someone."

She nodded, unaware of whether or not she could trust him or not. The fact that he was so close to her made it hard to think.

"Come on then." was the next thing the stranger said and he pulled her along the riverside. "Where are you taking me?"

After a while he stopped and pulled her close. "This is it."
Becca looked around. "This is what?"

"Well, for one, this place is absolutely soundproof; besides there's noone here for the next two miles. The next phone booth is also far away and this is where the stream is the strongest."

She stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

The stranger smiled at her. "You're so adorable. And I do apologize. This may seem unordinary." He grabbed her arm and got his favorite knife out. "It'll be quick, I promise."

They would find her remains on the other side of the city in the morning. Meanwhile the stranger would be getting up to go to work like everybody else.

The Book

I hesitate. It's like I've been ripped out of a moment. Nervously, I stand up and walk towards the door. Somehow I can feel the book sitting there. I open the door to find my neighbor, Jim, standing there with a parcel in his hand. "Heyo, they dropped this off for you today." I nodded and accepted the little box. I didn't remember ordering anything. "Thanks."

He stood there akwardly with his hands in his pockets. "How are you?" He asked. "Fine." I said. "Thanks for bringing this by." I added, smiled and attempted to close the door. "I have wine." Jim said suddenly.
"Excuse me?"
"Would you like some? I don't imagine you can afford wine right now." I smiled at him. "That's a really nice offer, but I'm afraid I'm busy."

He said he understood and went back next door. I sat the parcel down to return to sofa. Here, the book had not moved. Hesitantly I picked it up and ran my fingers over its cover. And as I opened its pages, an old, sweet, sickening, musty smell came my way. I inhaled.

Missing Soul

"No, that's not right" I thought. It wasn't my face, but everything that began to glow. The edges of everything blurred and shined with an ultraviolet light. Not light, the exact opposite, but...bright. No, not bright, brilliant. The red dripped down my nose and wrapped around my nostril. The sky, so cold and dead before, flared and exploded when it did. That smell...

That...that smell...

The world was pulsing in time with the strange rhythm of her chants. The sounds slowly became words, familiar, their meaning just on the tip of the tongue. Everything swam. It was all building, building to something.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped. The spinning stopped. Everything stopped so abruptly I felt like I'd been thrown against a wall.

Then the screams bled into my awareness. Men shouting. Humming, whizzing, things flew past me so fast. It was an attack. An ambush. Again, something else caused me to move, to act, I was pushed down somewhere. Men, shouting orders, shouting in pain.
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When One Hundred Million Died

I looked around the tiny room I called home. Would I do it today? Maybe wait until tomorrow, a tomorrow that might not come? I reached down and touched the cheap swap meet knife that had saved my life so many times in so many ways. I had that and a sharpening stone and a lighter. Those three got me through a lot. I knew I had a few cans of tuna left from that store, I'd be able to take one with me. I also had the bat. I never looked at the head, just the tip of the handle. The clean part. I hated that bat, but secretly loved it even more. I had a refrigerator magnet and a paperclip that made an okay compass if I needed one, but I didn't have a map. I didn't know where this thing was, or what it looked like, or even if it was still there, but it was the last thing I could do for my sister. The last thing...

Maybe I'll go tomorrow.

The sun drooped and I started to get things ready for the night. I hated the night. Nothing good ever came from it. The animals like to hunt at night.
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