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I am HoudiniI am Houdini. The greatest escape artist the world has ever seen. I stand on my stage and survey the crowd with pity, they respond with shouts and screams, foul aggressive words spill from dirtied faces.I am Houdini in Short Stories
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I take a low bow, and spread a content grin to hide the hurt, causing my on-lookers to rage, their eyes like fire, their faces a mask of the devil himself, contort and ugly.
I start a shaky walk, knowing what is to happen as their steps become an echo of my own, booming behind me like a tortured drum; daring me to stop and face my fate
I'm trapped. They form a circle, closing in like a vulture on its prey. I try to free myself from their tight formation, but their bodies are a suffocating embankment of cold concrete, that seems to tower meters above, mocking me with its height and strength
My next escape will be hard, if not impossible.
But my doubts are thrown aside as suddenly, a gap, a fracture; a breach in their impenetrable barrier appears as a being throws himself forward allowin
Little RatI didn't want dad to kill the rat. The tiny brown thing that could barely lift its headLittle Rat in General Fiction
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I cupped my hand, where the baby rat was once curled, feeling the memory of it's warmth on my palm, feeling it slip little by little, feeling my palm get slowly colder.
'It's just a rat' dad had said.
No, he was wrong, it wasn't just a rat; it was another form of life, barely a week old, the little creatures eyes were still closed! And he was going to do the 'humane' thing and finish it, take its greatest gift away from it.
It had never seen anything, blinded by its tiny eyelids. It will never see the monsters that think they can say when things should or shouldn't die, the monsters that do Mother Nature's job for her
I jumped into our rust and dirt covered van, the door groaning painfully as I slammed it shut, the engine backfiring as dad started it up.
I stared blankly out the window as we drove into town, the song "six white boomers" fighting with the static of our old radio.
The vague noises of