Atlas Shrugged: A Short Story

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‘What am I doing here?’ I asked myself the thousandth perhaps millionth time as I wandered on the street. I flipped through the last chapter of Atlas Shrugged on my ebook before I checked my watch again for the millionth time. 14 May 2017, time goes so slowly when you have nothing you want to do. Maybe loitering around in this dark alley isn’t such a good idea after all .while staring at the sky I realized how incredibly round yet red the moon was, like a bead of fresh blood when you poke yourself with a needle. I heard footsteps creep towards me as I placed my hand over the pocket where my folding kukri was, my hands began to heat up and started to sweat profusely. My fear was once again proven to be another manifestation of my paranoia and imagination as I greeted my friend Cindy, her high …show more content…

I think they might have had one of those crazy ghost catcher TV programs go there and try to detect paranormal activities. Anyways as we walked there Cindy and Joey had started a conversation as I tried in vain to join in. The wind blew harder as the temperature began to drop, by instinct I buttoned up my trench coat and hurried up to join them again. “And Joseph was like….you know Mary, I think both of them like each other but…."Once again Joey was mentioning some kind of class gossip again which I zoned out of my head. When we arrived the door its wood having half of it rotted away hung on its tarnished brass hinges as the wind blew the door swung making this eerie creaking sound. This should have been a fair warning to suggest we continue no farther yet still with our blasted daredevil mentality we paid no attention to it and walked through the

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