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Z is for Zombies

Z is for Zombies

Avera startled herself awake and into a sitting position. Her heart thumped in her chest as she gasped for air. Only a small strip of light from under the far door gave the black room any indication of which way was the floor. After calming back down, she felt around for a tire. There were none in reach. She reached for the light switch, only to discover it wasn’t where it should have been. Extending her hands, Avera focused on…

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Y is for Yesterday

Y is for Yesterday

Avera startled herself awake and into a sitting position. Her heart thumped in her chest as she gasped for air. Only a small strip of light from under the far door gave the black room any indication of which way was the floor. After calming back down, she felt around for a tire. There were none in reach. She reached for the light switch, only to discover it wasn’t where it should have been. Extending her hands, Avera focused on…

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U is for Underwater Cavern

U is for Underwater Cavern

Vicky stared down the black hole that served as the entrance to the cave she needed to enter. “One. Why is there a cave down here? Two. Is that water gurgling down there? Three. Are there squids?” YES. YES. NO. “That first answer doesn’t make sense.” IT IS WHERE DARK CAVERNS GO. THEY DO NOT BELONG ON THE FIFTH FLOOR. “Fine. What about the squids?” THERE ARE NO SQUIDS. “How about right now?” NO. “Will there be squids?” THERE ARE…

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T is for Thunder Gate Arcade

T is for Thunder Gate Arcade

“So what are we looking at?” Vicky peered over the platform, careful to not tip over the edge since there was no safety railing. Kyle leaned out to look as well, “It appears to be lava.” “And what are we doing here,” she asked, stepping back away from the perilous drop. “We need to get to the next platform, like this!” Avera stood at the opposite end while the others looked on. She shifted her weight a few times, crouched,…

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S is for Special Event

S is for Special Event

“She’s coming!” Vicky burst into the break room causing Avera to jump off the couch from a drooling sleep. “How did they find me?!” Avera reached behind the cushions, producing a rocket launcher. “I’ll get them this time.” “Uh… no.” Vicky put her hands up to placate her half awake co-worker, “who’s after you this time?” Avera put the rocket launcher down, “no one.” She laughed, “But it helps to be ready at all times, just in case there are!”…

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R is for Runabout Race

R is for Runabout Race

The faded sign on the door simply said ‘Welcome to the Ball Pit.’ The door had been welded to the frame, bolted and draped with locked chains. With the partially lit hallway, it was clear that this supposed to be found. Vicky stared at the door, puzzled, “we have a ball pit?” “Apparently,” Kyle said. Avera came running over hefting a massive locked metal bound book, “Doesn’t this look one of those legendary Pandora Books?” “Never saw one, isn’t that…

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P is for Provocateur

P is for Provocateur

Vicky stood in front of Fog Machines and Musty Maps. She silently observed the sea of guests that had formed in a matter of minutes. She could have shouted and still not detected over the commotion this crowd made. Not that she could understand anything that the mob was saying; of the snatched fragments she could hear, none of it sounded comprehensible. They all swayed to and fro in time to some unheard beating rhythm. Possible theories welled up through…

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N is for Nautical Entrepreneur

N is for Nautical Entrepreneur

Vicky kept both eyes the young man dressed all in black. Pants, boots, cape, shirt, fancy hat and tie, all complementary shades of black. In the regulars who came to the Market, he was dressed rather plainly and would have gone unnoticed had it not been the fluid grace of a cat as he maneuvered up and down the aisles and around other customers. He also knew just when to avert eye contact. Every time. She knew that he knew…

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M is for Monster Truck

M is for Monster Truck

The monster truck fished-tailed as Kyle slide over from the passenger seat while grabbing Avera’s shoulder with a sharp tug. “What are you doing?” Avera shouted over the roar of the steam through the triple stoked boilers that fueled the turbine engine. She overcorrected without taking her foot off the petal, sending them into a series of spins. The vehicle lifted up onto two wheels, threatening to roll over completely before slamming into the side of MacSweeny’s with a metal…

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L is for Lost Child

L is for Lost Child

A two-way crackled to life. “Avera, wake up. I know you’re sleeping on the car tires.” Avera fumbled for the radio clipped to her belt. “Nuu…I’m not,” she replied in its general direction, her voice groggy. She wiped away a line of drool that had escaped and blew her hair out of her face. “Yes, you are,” came the reply. “I can see you from here.” The girl jumped up, knocking several tires over. “Yes, what is going on?” she…

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