douglas woloss
Stories (7/0)
One last job...
"Okay, I understand the 'how,' Mr. Conrad, but I still don't understand the 'why'." Detective Carson paced the room as another man, handcuffed to the table, sat silent. "Well, isn't it obvious, Detective? It’s because I could. Your claim that the Crescent Jewel was theft-proof meant I had to try.” Carson scoffs. “For someone so smart, you are stupid. You must have known it was a setup. And yet, the FBI still managed to catch The world's greatest thief, Theodore Conrad”. “It’s Teddy, I don’t appreciate the tone”. “My apologies, Teddy”. Teddy relaxed, smiling. “Of course I knew you would set me up. I knew all along. You all made it too easy for me. As you put it, I’m smart. Smart enough to spot a fake, and smart enough to know you wouldn’t replace the jewel. Ah, therein lies the rub, detective. That was never the real heist; this was." Suddenly, all the lights go black as a thick smoke fills the room. “Sir, the gem, it’s a fake!“ A frantic officer runs to the room, only to find an unconscious detective, an empty chair, and an open note on the table that reads “Thanks for Everything! - T”
By douglas woloss9 months ago in Fiction
A Broken Home is Still a Shelter to Some
If walls could talk, I'm sure we would have a lot to say. If I had to guess, it was summer when they moved in. She chose my room immediately. Not to brag, but I did have double closets and bay windows across the room. Her bed was in front of me, large silver posts covering a third of me, with posters of her favorite bands and movies filling the rest. It made me feel important, so I didn't mind. About a year later I saw her first real fight with her parents. I'm not sure what it was about but she slammed the door, which didn't feel great. She cried for a while that night. If only I could have said something to make her feel better.
By douglas wolossabout a year ago in Fiction
The only thing scarier than space is what it hides.
I remember running. I knew I couldn’t stop. Running faster than I ever have before, I remember feeling my heart beat out of my chest. I remember feeling the random branches scratch along my face and arms. It's not like I could see them coming. It was pitch black outside. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, only If to tell me that if I stop, I'm dead. So I kept running. After some time, I made it to a clearing. The glow on the horizon was gone. For a moment I was able to catch my breath. I could feel the mosquitoes flutter around my face but I didn’t care. They were the least of my worries. All I knew is if I could get home I’d be safe. Being out in the open was a death sentence. Once I caught my breath I kept running. I saw the lights of a town ahead of me, it wasn’t more than a few miles. I thought to myself “I could make it”, but before I could take two steps it was back.
By douglas woloss3 years ago in Fiction