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"Damn! There’s only one more use on this thing!"
I whirled around from the vending machine. There were three kids standing a foot from me, red faced.
"Hey, what’re you lot doing here?" I shouted.
The Asian girl turned, eyes widening. “Oh shit,” she muttered, stepping back.
"I’ve got this," the black boy said. He grinned at me, and fire danced between his teeth.
I screamed, flattening against the vending machine.
"Are you a demon?" I whispered.
"Nah," he said through the fire spitting through his mouth, "That’s the people after us."
Then I fainted.
I whirled around from the vending machine. There were three kids standing a foot from me, red faced.
"Hey, what’re you lot doing here?" I shouted.
The Asian girl turned, eyes widening. “Oh shit,” she muttered, stepping back.
"I’ve got this," the black boy said. He grinned at me, and fire danced between his teeth.
I screamed, flattening against the vending machine.
"Are you a demon?" I whispered.
"Nah," he said through the fire spitting through his mouth, "That’s the people after us."
Then I fainted.
An entire book written from the viewpoint of the viewers, one paragraph at a time.
We watch. We’re killed. We are the elderly, the young ones, the police, those not comprehending the magnitude of what’s going on. We’re the ones on the sidelines going “What on earth?” and “Oh my god!” when something happens. Some of us are remarkably clearheaded. Others, we panic, because it’s natural when there’s no idea of what’s going on.
The Viewers.
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A pet project. If you like my writing, I’m currently penning a book and desperately need help with it before Febuary 15 rolls around—it’s called “The Day I Met Fruit Salad,” and any help would render you with my endless gratitude. Link to the google doc: docs.google.com/document/d/1LB…
We watch. We’re killed. We are the elderly, the young ones, the police, those not comprehending the magnitude of what’s going on. We’re the ones on the sidelines going “What on earth?” and “Oh my god!” when something happens. Some of us are remarkably clearheaded. Others, we panic, because it’s natural when there’s no idea of what’s going on.
The Viewers.
******
A pet project. If you like my writing, I’m currently penning a book and desperately need help with it before Febuary 15 rolls around—it’s called “The Day I Met Fruit Salad,” and any help would render you with my endless gratitude. Link to the google doc: docs.google.com/document/d/1LB…
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