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March 21st, 2000, Andy Thorsen Andrew Thorsen is significantly larger than Sherry Lindquist, not only does he have a foot on her height wise, he is also seventy-five pounds heavier. He works out twice a day six days a week and is incredibly agile for a fifty-three-year-old man. Sherry Lindquist landed with a heavy thud at the bottom of the stairs. Andrew Thorsen takes each step slowly, watching for any movement from the woman at the bottom of the stairs. He reaches the bottom

The kennel is fitted with fifteen pens, each houses one or two hounds, Silvar races in and tosses chicken hearts and livers to all the dogs then pulls a rope opening doors letting the dogs out into the fenced area around the kennel. Between the pens is a narrow pathway, the kennel smells like dog shit and urine, despite Silvar’s best efforts to keep it clean, it still reeks, and I do my best to keep my breakfast down. At the end of the hall is Fenn Wolffang, his body his stif

A furious banging on the door wakes me from sleep. I’m disoriented, sore, and my head feels like it’s going to explode. I squint as I look around the storeroom, the light is blinding. “I need an override code for storeroom 17C,” a voice shouts from the other side of the door. I panic. I need to get out of here. I search for my communicator but can’t find it anywhere; it must have fallen out of my purse during the chaos. I quickly enable the door control panel for the door tha

At the end of every cycle, they streamed the Flushing of the Sewers live on every device. I mute my devices and go to my room. I’ve made the mistake of watching the Flushing before and my conscience cannot take it, so many unfortunate, struggling, unlucky people rounded up and shoved into overcrowded Enforcer transport vehicles. Children as little as one or two spans were thrown in with random strangers and the elderly were shot, there was no room for them, they were no longe

The pounding on the door felt like someone cast thunderclap inside my skull. Each knock rattling my bones and shaking my brain, pulses of light pierced my vision with each rap at the door. “Coming, I’m coming,” I say, the room spins as I stand too quickly and after a couple steadying steps, I’m at the door. Two town guards stand at attention as I open the door, Becca the incompetent barmaid stands between them. “This is the traveler,” she says nodding and smiling. I feel a se

March 21st, 2000, Sherry Lindquist Robbinsdale Cooper High School was quiet now, the busses had left as they always do, twelve minutes after the last bell, the teachers that had somewhere to be were gone, out the door at their contractually agreed upon end time thirty-five minutes after the final bell, and then there were the teachers that didn’t have anywhere else to be, the ones that coached or stayed late grading papers. Sherry Lindquist was the latter, the clock hits 4:45

The world wasn’t always like this. I watch from my apartment window as masked Enforcers pin a screaming woman to the ground. She writhes as an Enforcer places a knee on her neck. Her hair is in tangles and poorly kept, her clothes are torn abs stained, clearly, she’s Lowest Class or gotten out of the Sewers. Other citizens on the street are glued to their communicators, they mindlessly walk past the woman screaming, too busy checking the Network, sports scores or who was sent

January 5351 The Jollic Galaxy AJ The Interstellar P4 Transport ship flew through space, thousands of stars passed by in the distance. AJ had been on the ship for almost five days. She was in a private room at the top of the ship in the Sergeants quarters. She sat at a desk and looked over documents, an overview of the planet she was assigned and files of potential team members. She was headed to an Intergalactic Exploration Force Base on the planet Shrendder-X9. She was aske

Murdelicious Pod The Cases are cold, but the food is hot Episode 047: Below the Surface, Part One: Sherry Episode Description: Welcome to season three! Today we are returning to Minnesota, but instead of the great north woods of season one, we will be venturing to the Twin Cities, not far from where Stacie and Emilia grew up. Stacie has been researching and sitting on this case for almost a year. Six deaths. Three neighboring suburbs northwest of Minneapolis. Over the span of

June 23rd, 1994 To who cares, No, To my parents, No, To whoever finds this letter, I don’t know how to start, I don’t even know what to say, so I guess I’ll just write because in all the movies I’ve seen and books I’ve read, when people kill themselves, they leave a note. I can’t take it anymore, I can’t live with the embarrassment of being used like a toy, like being tossed aside for a “fresher” model, I thought we had something, I thought I was different than the others he

Well, it happened again. Kicked out of another adventuring group. I take out a parchment scroll from my pack and unravel it. A list of adventuring parties I’ve joined and subsequently been removed from after one blunder or another. I mumble an incantation and move my finger across the fourteenth on the list, Morkan and the half-orcs. So long Morkan, it’s not my fault the spell backfired, well, maybe it’s partially my fault, but how was I supposed to know that you didn’t want