The Return of Oz Drabble Tree
So many writers had such a good time with The First Ever Oz Drabble Tree that I decided to do it again! Say hello to:
The Return of Oz Drabble TreeSame rules as last time ( Read more... )
The Return of Oz Drabble TreeSame rules as last time ( Read more... )
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“Leo, I need to talk to you about...”
“It’s the weekend, Tim. Why don’t you give it a rest? Bring it up at-”
“Warden, you’re up,” interrupted Murphy.
From his seat at the bar, Tim watched his best friend playing darts. Murphy was a beer commercial kind of guy - the guy everybody liked.
And Tim... wasn’t.
Sean appeared beside him. “Want something?”
Tim smiled. “Beer and that blonde’s phone number.”
“Well, beer I can do. Other than that...”
I’m on my own.
Sean clasped Tim’s shoulder and Tim realized that he wasn’t as alone as he’d thought.
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Keller said as he watched Toby walk away.
"Nothing new there."
Toby had promised him that he would not forget him, but that was a moot point after this visit. Toby had meet someone and it would not be long before he had no room in his life for Chris. Unless Chris did something about that. He had to get him back. The only way to do that was to get him back in OZ. The question is would it be worth it. Looking at the dingy walls the answer was obvious to Chris.
“Yes.”
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Each step brought the light slap of bare foot on concrete as Ryan made cold, hard circuits around the small cell.
I’m on my own.
The withdrawal itch under his skin hadn’t started yet, but he knew it was coming.
He knew what was coming.
On his own.
He’d burned his Hack bridge, to build a different one. Trading one connect for another. Another move, a different scheme. Temporary partnerships, to use and throw away like tits.
No one really had his back; it was better that way. No true reliance on anyone.
After the accident, he was always on his own.
He dragged the twitch of his bare body along the cool stone wall.
Lawboy was out there, tit-less, without Ryan’s connect. Wonder how he was coping. Who he was copping from.
Big things were coming. He felt it, like the phantom itch.
Time to clean up. No more hiding away with the lost soul, snorting lines off of skin.
I’m on my own.
It was the way he worked.
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“Sister Pete. It is good to see you today.”
“Tobias. You seem awfully happy today.”
“I am. Chris gets back today.”
“Oh Tobias. No one told you?”
“Told me what?”
“About Chris?”
“What?! Did something happen to him?”
“No he is fine he is being put in protective custody. He is on trial for another murder. I am sorry.”
“You think I would get use to disappointment by now. I guess god just loves to fuck me over.
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Gloria tended to Diane’s wounds. “How did this happen”? She asked stopping short when she saw Claire Howell brought in to the infirmary.
“You fought with her”? She couldn’t keep the laughter from her voice.”About Tim?
In Diane’s ear she whispered “I know he’s nice, but not worth fighting over.” She paused -“That guy was lousy in the sack”.
They both laughed at that, Diane nodding in agreement.
“Claire called me a creampuff!” Diane said indignantly.
“That bitch!” Gloria responded teasingly.
She took the compress off Diane’s forehead and smoothed her hair away from her face.
“You have a gentle touch,” Diane said, flustered.
“Yeah, thanks, a good quality for a doctor” she responded, equally flustered. “You want to get a drink”?
“Good idea” smiled Diane.
They left; Claire’s smoldering gaze and Tim’s confused eyes following them out.
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Mondo grunts and bites down hard on his neck and Beecher cries out, softly.
Because he just caught a glimpse of Keller, gazing at him across the wasteland, watching, always watching. Unable to look away because he loves him. Loves him and hates him.
Just like Beecher loves and hates himself.
Mondo bites him again, with feral ferocity, and Beecher looks down and thinks of Keller and then looks across Em City and sees Keller and then suddenly he's coming because everything has fallen into place.
Keller just watches silently, his gaze smoldering in the darkness.
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“You know it is true Chris.”
“And why are you still upset about this? I mean come on Toby. That happened thirty tears. Do not you think it is time to move on?”
“No that little bitch ruined my childhood.”
“I think you are over reacting there. She was just a puppet.”
“I do not care. Miss. Piggy was a little bitch. I could never see why Kermit liked her. You know he was meant to end up with Gonzo.”
“God you are so hot when you are worked up. You thinking what I am thinking.”
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No, that wasn’t it. Hands of an angel? Touch of an angel? What had Ortolani said? And why was it so important?
She took this job in order to heal, to offer some comfort to men that had none, to give them the care that they deserved.
Could she honestly say that she gave Dino Ortolani the care that he deserved?
Did she administer a gentle touch as she slammed the needle into his vein, doping him enough to assure he couldn’t fight off his killer?
Did Ortolani recognize her as an angel of death?
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Standing in front of the glass wall,Toby looked frightened. What would be the next round in this endless war between him and Schillinger? Would it really only end when one of them died? Should he try one more time to bring peace between them?
Standing in front of the glass wall, Chris looked at Toby with a concerned look in his eyes.By the expression on Toby’s face he had something foolish in mind to achieve “forgiveness” between him and Schillinger. He shuddered at the thought. It would only lead to trouble.
Standing in front of the glass wall, Adibesi surveyed the men imprisoned around him.
He, smiled and thought of the havoc he had helped cause. Walking to his bunk he looked at the gun under his pillow and smiled again.
This was only the beginning…
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