head, but by the time she had come to again the candles had become massive flames licking at the walls and the curtains. The ceiling was covered in a thick bed of smoke, the smell of it filling her head, making her feel even dizzier.
“Wha-“ she gasped, but James stepped away from her, his hot breath wielding smoke as he vigorously stroked his own penis.
One look behind her told her that Vince had done the same. Their glistening skin had begun to morph and change as they became covered in scales. Just as she had pressed her back against the foot of the bed, the door burst open, revealing Sophie on the other side of the threshold. She seemed not at all surprised, but just yelled, “What are you waiting for? There’s a fire! Get out!” she screeched.
Macy did not need to be told twice. She slipped her clothes on and made her way to the door. But as she turned to say goodbye to Vince and James, or to urge them to come with her, or whatever it was… she realized that they were gone. They had disappeared once again.
With one deep, guttural cough, she scurried out of the room, down the hall and outside to meet the firemen, policemen, and neighbors, who desperately wanted to know what the hell had happened in there.
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Chapter 1
Angelica wiped the beads of sweat sprouting on her forehead. Her clammy hands returned to the hand rests on her chair, and she grasped them as the van lurched from right to left. The highway raced by her window as the van swerved in and out of the cars crawling alongside them.
“Hold on to your seats!” Darren, the cameraman and driver of the van yelled just as he slammed onto the accelerator, narrowly avoiding the Suburban in front of them as he cut off the mustang in the next lane. He ignored the middle finger Suburban Guy flashed.
We’re gonna die.
We are literally going to die.
There is no hope for us.
We’re gone.
Angelica watched Clementine, the newscaster in the passenger seat, yank her phone out of the glove box. “Shit!”
Darren tore his eyes away from the windshield, his eyebrows colliding on his forehead. “What now?” he asked, his voice, made husky from a lifetime of cigar smoking, nearly drowned out by the bed of sirens they had just driven right into.
“Fucking Channel 2 is already there!”
Angelica winced at the sound of her shrill voice. That’s why they should have taken the back roads. She had thought about it as soon as they set out on the highway, wondering why they were going through traffic to report on the very accident that was causing that traffic in the same place.
“Calm down, Tine. We’ll get there.” Darren said, reaching over with one of his muscular hands, encased in aged, leather-like skin.
Clementine shook his it off. “I’m not sure It’ll even matter.” she said.
Angelica’s eyes wandered out of the van. Just through the jammed two lanes of cars, she could see an exit rapidly approaching.
Take the exit.
The words leapt into her mind, but then stayed there, running around in circles and circles as if they couldn’t find a way out.
Just say it!
Her heart thrusted against her rib cage and throbbed in her ears. That cold sweat came back, but she didn’t swipe it away. She didn’t do anything. Her mind had tied itself into its own little knot, the crucial words trapped inside.
“Take the exit!” Clementine yelled. When Darren didn’t immediately respond, she grabbed the wheel.
They swerved into the next lane over, causing the driver of a black Volvo to slam on his breaks and punch the horn.
Darren raced down the exit ramp as fast as he could, giving Angelica whiplash. Three more turns and one more brief stint on the highway and they were there. Clementine was the first out of the car. She scurried around to the driver’s side, her shoulder-length blond hair
“Wha-“ she gasped, but James stepped away from her, his hot breath wielding smoke as he vigorously stroked his own penis.
One look behind her told her that Vince had done the same. Their glistening skin had begun to morph and change as they became covered in scales. Just as she had pressed her back against the foot of the bed, the door burst open, revealing Sophie on the other side of the threshold. She seemed not at all surprised, but just yelled, “What are you waiting for? There’s a fire! Get out!” she screeched.
Macy did not need to be told twice. She slipped her clothes on and made her way to the door. But as she turned to say goodbye to Vince and James, or to urge them to come with her, or whatever it was… she realized that they were gone. They had disappeared once again.
With one deep, guttural cough, she scurried out of the room, down the hall and outside to meet the firemen, policemen, and neighbors, who desperately wanted to know what the hell had happened in there.
If you enjoyed this book, then I’d like to ask you for a favor, would you be kind enough to leave a review for this book on Amazon? It’d be greatly appreciated!
Chapter 1
Angelica wiped the beads of sweat sprouting on her forehead. Her clammy hands returned to the hand rests on her chair, and she grasped them as the van lurched from right to left. The highway raced by her window as the van swerved in and out of the cars crawling alongside them.
“Hold on to your seats!” Darren, the cameraman and driver of the van yelled just as he slammed onto the accelerator, narrowly avoiding the Suburban in front of them as he cut off the mustang in the next lane. He ignored the middle finger Suburban Guy flashed.
We’re gonna die.
We are literally going to die.
There is no hope for us.
We’re gone.
Angelica watched Clementine, the newscaster in the passenger seat, yank her phone out of the glove box. “Shit!”
Darren tore his eyes away from the windshield, his eyebrows colliding on his forehead. “What now?” he asked, his voice, made husky from a lifetime of cigar smoking, nearly drowned out by the bed of sirens they had just driven right into.
“Fucking Channel 2 is already there!”
Angelica winced at the sound of her shrill voice. That’s why they should have taken the back roads. She had thought about it as soon as they set out on the highway, wondering why they were going through traffic to report on the very accident that was causing that traffic in the same place.
“Calm down, Tine. We’ll get there.” Darren said, reaching over with one of his muscular hands, encased in aged, leather-like skin.
Clementine shook his it off. “I’m not sure It’ll even matter.” she said.
Angelica’s eyes wandered out of the van. Just through the jammed two lanes of cars, she could see an exit rapidly approaching.
Take the exit.
The words leapt into her mind, but then stayed there, running around in circles and circles as if they couldn’t find a way out.
Just say it!
Her heart thrusted against her rib cage and throbbed in her ears. That cold sweat came back, but she didn’t swipe it away. She didn’t do anything. Her mind had tied itself into its own little knot, the crucial words trapped inside.
“Take the exit!” Clementine yelled. When Darren didn’t immediately respond, she grabbed the wheel.
They swerved into the next lane over, causing the driver of a black Volvo to slam on his breaks and punch the horn.
Darren raced down the exit ramp as fast as he could, giving Angelica whiplash. Three more turns and one more brief stint on the highway and they were there. Clementine was the first out of the car. She scurried around to the driver’s side, her shoulder-length blond hair
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