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The Boy Next Door
Last by: catsy101 on 02 Jan 2018 • Contributions: 3 of 999
The Thomas Stokes question had been weighing on Victoria’s mind for some time, ever since the family moved in next door.
“Dad,” she said one morning at breakfast, “have you ever noticed anything about the people next door?”
“Mmm?” her father responded absent mindedly from behind his newspaper. She couldn’t see his face, only the fat black headlines on the front page. The president was scheduled to give a press conference about some regional conflict in the Middle East. A movie actor she’d never heard of was caught dealing drugs. In local news, a second child had gone missing in town. “Did you say something?”
“It’s just – oh, never mind.” He wouldn’t understand. It was her impression that adults didn’t pay nearly enough attention to kids anyway.
“If you’re sure,” he said mildly, not looking up fro
The Boy Next Door
Last by: catsy101 on 20 Dec 2017 • Contributions: 1 of 200
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The Self Aware Story
Last by: nrthsouth on 09 Dec 2017 • Contributions: 7 of 999
He is tall, almost so tall as to be freakish, six foot seven at least. He smiles a lot, but that smile does not quite reach to his eyes. I instinctively distrust him.
"Of all the infinite possibilities," you say, "they fall now by the trillions. Whole races and empires pruned out of me to create this science lab. I am not sure if it is pleasurable or painful. I'm not sure if I want you to go on or not."
I will go on, though, because now it is done. There is a almost freakishly tall doctor leaning over me, and he cannot be unmade. He has a destiny and so do I.
"All right," you say, with a sigh, as if ready yourself to go under the knife. "Let's continue."
It started with a toothache.
Last by: peter42 on 18 Nov 2017 • Contributions: 1 of 20
There was not the usual pile of old magazines, in fact the whole place had gone upmarket since I was last here.
It was then I began to think something was not quite right. At this point my pain addled brain had focused properly on my surroundings and I observed the framed certificates about the place. I then realised with some horror that what the signs were telling me was this was no longer the dentist practist, this was the consulting room of a psychoanalyst and I was waiting to be examined to see if I was mental or something. Panic. I had not the courage to face the receptionist, so then what..