Sherman hated this town, he hated his life, but most of all, he hated this job. He looked over the counter at the customer and asked, “Would you like fries with that?” “Ha! That’s priceless!” The woman grinned at him. “They actually made you say that back then—I mean, back… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Sherman hated this town—”
Author: Victoria
Free HOOK Edit: I was happy—
I was happy. Life was good. I had a beautiful twenty-two year old daughter, a successful practice, numerous friends, and a nice home. Now I have nothing to speak of, all because of those evil boys. My daughter is dead though she died months before her death. My practice is… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: I was happy—”
Free HOOK Edit: When I saw him shot through the head—
When I saw him shot through the head, it was unexpected, but it was less of a surprise than one might think. I had seen it before. It was always the same. Driven by some reflexive impulse I couldn’t seem to overcome, I looked up and followed the trajectory from… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: When I saw him shot through the head—”
Free HOOK Edit: Bethany is stalking me—
Bethany is stalking me outside my cubicle. She’s sauntering back and forth like a slinky tiger. Her shoes, sleek and shiny and sharp-toed, are like silky claws. The pointy heels dig into the bland blue-gray carpet. As soon as I hang up the phone, Bethany plops down on my desk…. Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Bethany is stalking me—”
Free HOOK Edit: Red letters flew into John's vision—
Red letters flew into John’s vision, projected from his Eyespy. Maps and instructions flooded the Wallscapes. Warnings wailed in his Earbug. Full evacuation? They can’t be serious. This is the third major drill since June. John glanced up at the skylight of the observation lounge where he had escaped to… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Red letters flew into John's vision—”
Free HOOK Edit: The blood pooling under the man's back—
The blood pooling under the man’s back reminded Nick of butterfly wings. They spread from the twin wounds, sweeping to each side in graceful arcs that sparkled in the sunlight from a kitchen window. Nick didn’t blink when the man writhed on the floor, choking on his blood. His yellow… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: The blood pooling under the man's back—”
HOOKING
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Free HOOK Edit: Carmen slammed her keycard—
Carmen slammed her keycard on the counter. She was old enough to remember metal keys, much more satisfying when it came to slamming. Metal clanked; plastic only clunked. Dully. Her head ached and she was filled with remorse at the slip of the tongue that had revealed her insomnia. Only… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Carmen slammed her keycard—”
Free HOOK Edit: Trapped—
Trapped. Isem’s eyes flickered around the room as he shifted on the chair. There wasn’t much to see. A small table lined with chairs, a fire licking away at the logs in the fireplace. A wood stove, a sink, and a counter where his captor stood, back to him. She… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Trapped—”
Free HOOK Edit: The filming began last week—
The filming began last week after months of preparation. He was eager to get on with it. He was known for channeling a character so well that his physical appearance changed. He’d been making movies since his twenties, and was well known for a time. He was aging though, faster… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: The filming began last week—”