Author Robert Creekmore at Noir at the Bar
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I first got a hands on it said, this may very well be the darkest thing I’ve ever read. For that moment, I felt anyway, directly after that, she said, but it had a very profound effect on me. So that’s what I hope to do tonight. One more thing, we’ll have to suspend your disbelief. Imagine that I’m a 14 year old. Girl. The calendar posted over the desk because giant circle around Today’s Thursday August 12 1990 encompassed by that red circle are the words Perseid meteor shower that takes tonight my name is Naomi pace 14. I’m already five foot 10 A cut my blonde hair is short as my mother will allow you to roughly chin late. I have no interest in wearing makeup or dresses. I I like wearing oversized overalls they let me hide my body from I spend a lot of my time in kitchen creating any critter that moves and will fit into my half gallon mason jar. Usually, Tiffany is somewhere nearby. I think that wants to be a biologist. If he says she wants to be a writer. Even when she follows me into the woods Tiffany has a book notepad and we live in a small town named Rocky Mountain. Despite the name there are no mountains to be found. Rather, it’s nestled in the northern coastal plains of North Carolina.
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Essentially, we live in a swamp, which suits me just fine. I’m still looking for my first alligator. Tiffany sleeps over most weekends, I assume is to escape her mother for a while. Her mom isn’t a bad person. Or she’s a lousy parent. I’m the I’m the only child. I’m an only child. Tiffany has an older sister named Leslie. Leslie is 16 and just purchased her first car white Oradour 1986 Toyota Corolla Tiffany is at home right now making sure Leslie will come through and give us a ride to the Sea Lake later tonight. Which is where we intend to view the meteor shower. I hear the back door opening. Tiffany doesn’t not for us a key. I can tell it’s her by the light footsteps. Tiffany is only five foot two usually wears a pair of black tailors. That’s the slight pitfall. But if we’re talking about Lux, the most striking thing about Tiffany is her bright red hair and pale freckled skin. Her eyes are light blue minor green. What did she say ask? She wasn’t nice about it. Yeah, she’ll pick us up and take us fix up and at least we don’t have to be stuck with her in the car for long. If it looks at her feet as though she feels embarrassed by our sister yells embarrassment. I don’t make mention of it now because it would it would make tiff upset instead of a flight to a place an idea. How about we go to the creek? Okay, Tiffany says something. Stoney Creek is only about a half block from my house and through a neighbor’s yard. Tiffany and I have a usable spot. It’s an outcrop of large rocks leftover from a long ago Road in mountain range. She always sits on the big one close to the shore. Well, I tripped out tiptoeing over the smaller boulders with a fishing pole. I fished the next three hours away, using Lightspeed cast fade with a white wheel spin. Tiffany Reese quietly. I can tell whatever Leslie said to her as being digested by her mind and the way that shoot of glasses by testing.
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Around 730 typically looks up from a book and says we need to get back to the house. Let’s say we’ll be here in 30 minutes. We put together a backpack with two blankets canteen of water, a bag of chips, a star mat and a flashlight. We hear a horn honk outside. A flash of anguish goes over Tiffany’s face. Yep, that’s her. She says I slammed the backpack over my left shoulder as we make our way through the back door. I don’t bother to lock it. I sit in the front passenger seat because I’m the tallest and Tiffany sits behind Leslie so she could have the labor have not taken up by an equally short sister. Without a word Leslie backs quickly down this short ground was right away and she cranks up the radio. It’s runaway train bustle of silence. As our destination comes into view LIGO of our Pearl Jam last fourth and unbearable by Leslie turns on to the drive and certainly the leg. She stops in the road directly across from the bridge and we can we move across the short arch bridge to the round manmade island is made of treated wood and has white handrails. There’s a white gazebo off to the left and luckily not another soul. Hopefully it will remain our private islands negative. Posted older teenagers are 200 yards away and it dimly lit parking lot showing off their large pickups in Iraq. narrows I put my bag down near the edge of the island furthest from the bridge. I pulled out one blanket and layer on the ground. I sit on the blanket and pull up the other blanket to sits on my right we unfurl the second blanket and lay on top of ourselves. The ground is soft, the air still the sky clear? Perfect. Only hitch is the light emanating from the distant parking lots as we lay their ass, how many stars do you think there? There is many or as few as you wish out. The universe is saying it’s up to your discretion how you want to handle such a staggering concept. The manner in which you proceed won’t change this unknowable nature. We go quiet as the first white streets burned through our atmosphere. We watch as they come in all directions. The larger ones burn green. The green color is due to the copper contents of says already knew but I didn’t tell her. Do you think each one of those stores has a planet with life defense? I don’t know.
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She turns her head toward me and says, of course there’s life beyond Earth. How can you be so sure? This this is so big. It can’t just be us. Like client thought for a moment or client. It doesn’t matter. We are so small. That’s how you choose to see families. Just because I love you doesn’t mean we always have to agree. But if there’s not an ultimate answer, what’s the point? This tip for players while slipping or trembling left handed to mine. She hesitates and respond freehand over and gently pull her face toward mine. As I lift, touch, I’m transported and no longer aware of anything that hurt. We continue to hold our hold hands and kiss. We wrap our arms around each other, pull ourselves closely as physics. I’ve wanted to celebrate together combine our atoms drift into oblivion, and experienced as majority of our togetherness we say intertwine longer than either of us realize tivity I hear a shriek across the plastic waters is Leslie. What are you some kind of Lesbos? I can feel tips handed to get to shake and not like before. This time is pure terror. We both pop up and whip our heads and tosses around simultaneously to see her no more than five years behind us. Let’s look looks like a portrait of her mother if it were painted by an accomplished artist. Because the shorts have blond hair blue eyes. Leslie has veins cut into blonde depending to have blonde hair that she felt the need to poof up with hairspray and blow dry. Despite how ridiculous the looks are seven materialization creates a slow, heavy feeling about that. My brain charged up on adrenaline makes everything appear slower. To me, she’s no different than encountering large spirits and just literally walks toward us fast and within tech. He doesn’t speak just breathes heavily frowning, with her nose pointed upward. She almost looks as though it looks like someone who has smelled something putrid. Yeah, now she screams Greg and Tiffany by her left arm as their arm was pulled out from under her Tiffany’s face lamps in the ground. Lesley begins to dry Tiffany face down toward the bridge. Typically screams You’re hurting me in response. Hearing her scream and pain ignites something primal inside. A hop to my feet and grab hold Leslie’s left wrist with both hands. I keep my left hand on her wrist and slide the right underneath Leslie’s elbow to extend her arm straight. literally stopped pulling due to the pain cause as her as I turned her wrist one way in her elbow the other as she looks upon and looks at her eyes make my eye see the doubt she has in her physical abilities take hold and she realizes how much larger I am than her despite my young age. If you don’t let her go, I will break your arm. I’d rather than face. She immediately releases Tiffany’s left wrist leaving her face down in the grass. Tip looks up just in time to see me break Lindsay’s arm