“There’s definitely a trick.”

That’s what George said to me when I told him I couldn’t figure out how he did his trick. Running the Wonderstar Lounge I had seen every comedian, sideshow, and magic act that toured around twice. When it came to the magic, I knew my stuff.

(Originally posted as part of David Wellington’s Fear Project)

Chad and Thad stepped out of the smoldering husk of Brighton View Mall, their sweatervests singed and bloody. Their tired eyes were blinded by flashbulbs as camera crews swarmed them. It was a grim reminder of a few hours…

“Hey.”
- “Yes?”
“Just calling to say hey…”
- “I’m sorry, who is this?”
“Mike.”
- “Mike? Mike who?”
“Mike Paulson.”
- “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number.”
“This is Angie, right? Angela Tyranoffsky?”
- “…Uhm, yes, although that isn’t my name anymore.”
“Oh.”
- “So, since you seem to know…

He believed there was a moment you could catch when the world would sweep you away to the other side. Sometimes he could smell it on the air in the mix of cool winds and dying leaves or summer’s breathe and cut grass. Once heard it as all of the world was silent except for the whistle of air pushing…

We back on?

We’re back?

Ok, great. Let’s get back to it then. Our next lot is 94432. This is coming to us from a caske just discovered in Romania. Wow, Romania. I can hear some of you leaning towards your tv already…

Now, Becky, our next item on the block is number 54926.

This is coming to us straight from the 3rd Circle of Hell. Yes, that’s right, Gluttony.