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Online home of writer Charity VanDeberg |
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Bios-Fear
– Science Fiction from the not so far future. “We ordered a puppy today!” Sheri announced excitedly to her mother.
The woman’s pudgy face on the screen wrinkled into a frown, lower lip nearly
disappearing into the first of her many chins. Sheri knew telling her mother
would be a bad idea. Death
on the Doorstep – Death doesn’t like to be the
early bird. Rob peered through the peephole of
his apartment door just as the doorbell rang for the third time. Through the fisheye lens, he saw only a
distorted view of the blandly colored hallway lined by four brown doors on
each side. As he was about to turn
away, the scene before his eye filled with a deep black, followed by ivory
white. The being outside his door
stepped back and Rob was able to see his full face, surrounded by black
cloth, a blindingly gleaming scythe rested against his left shoulder. Again, the doorbell rang. Death was at Rob’s door and he had to
answer
it. Night Vision – Sometimes you do see it coming. “I’ve told the story so many times it’s
starting to sound untrue,” stated the dark haired woman seated in the stiff
plastic chair. She shifted and crossed her long legs. The frayed
hem of a tattered denim skirt covered her knees and hung like a curtain
toward the tiled floor. |
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