My eyes fluttered open blearily. My hands rotely peeled the sticky, wet orange…
Ernie Ballwickle was pleasantly surprised when his hand remained steady as he pointed the gun at the face of the bank teller. He had daydreamed about this for years, and had always imagined that his body would tremble and that the muzzle of the gun would shake uncontrollably…
Ali, open me!- Did you go out?- Yep. I thought I heard some noise.- It was rain, noise.- No.- No ?- No, it was not rain.…