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Happy Fourth

Billy turned down the volume on his car radio as he pulled into the empty parking lot. He checked his map. This was the place. An old strip mall full of abandoned nail salons and Mexican restaurants. A general sense of unease coated the area like grease on fries. He was a long way from the suburbs.

“Hey Billy!” A familiar voice shot out from one of the buildings. “Come on in! Glad you could make it!”

Billy couldn’t help but smile. Red was always coming up with these crazy shenanigans for the holidays. And the Fourth of July would be no exception. But he had never taken the group so far into the south side. Still, Red’s voice seemed to melt away any inhibitions.

Billy shuffled out of his car and into the dilapidated building. It was once a Payless shoe store. The kind Billy used to go to in middle school. It was weird seeing it in such bad shape. It was an empty concrete husk with scrap metal laying haphazardly along the edges of the floor and a single barrel in the center of the room. Red leaned against it as he shook with excitement. Another figure lurked in his shadow, Billy recognized him as someone from his school but could not seem to place a name to the face.

“How the hell are ya Billy? It’s been too damn long!”

“It’s been two days.” Billy shot back with a grin.

“Well, do I have something planned for us tonight!” He gestured to the plain looking kid next to him. “This is John. You probably know him from Algebra.”

Billy and John made brief eye contact before turning back to Red.

“So John here!” He clasped him on the back upon mentioning his name. “He says we can shoot fireworks at him for $50. He needs the money or something I guess.”

Billy smiled sheepishly and stepped back.

“What the hell is this man?”

John spoke up. “Look, I need the money and Red said I could stand all the way at the back of the store while you shoot. Just do it man, everybody wins.”

Billy tried to play off his comments with a shrug, but he still felt uneasy about the whole situation. Red was not helping with a manic energy that shook Billy. He was not sure why Red wanted to shoot fireworks at this kid and it was unlike him to be so outwardly mean.

Before Billy could protest, John was already walking to the other side of the room. Red was suppressing a deep chuckle. He inched a bony elbow into Billy’s chest.

“Hey Bill.” He whispered. “So you know how my Pa was fired from the plant the other day?”

“Yeah?”

“It was this fucker’s dad that fired him.” He gestured into the barrel.

Billy’s stomach flipped over. He could tell this was not going well. And when he peered into the barrel he was expecting the worst. Only to find a standard pack of fountains and sparklers. The relief was breeze that swept away his anxiety. If only that was all he found in that barrel inside that abandoned payless shoe store.

“Check it out man.” Red lifted the fireworks and underneath were two hammers. One for Red. One for Billy. “Let’s fuck this guy up. By the time he turns around and realizes it, he’ll be trapped.”

Billy paused for a moment. This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But Red was his best friend. He reached into the barrel and grabbed his hammer. His hand shook with the implications of what he was about to do. When would they know when he had enough? What if they accidentally killed him? So many questions. He looked over to Red who was already getting in a few practice swings.

Red flashed a toothy grin. “Happy Fourth Billy.”

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The Bigger They Get…

I was a world class magician. Night after night, I performed sold out shows in Las Vegas. The girls, money, and recognition came easily. People claimed I was a prodigy, that great performers like me only came once every generation. And it was true. I had my time in the spotlight. But my career ended abruptly after 12 years. That’s when “Maxx Magic” came on the scene.

He was a nobody for the longest time. Just finishing up high school while I was making six figures a month. But he was young, and by the time he started performing I was old news. I never blamed him, nobody wants to see the same trick twice. But I sure as hell resented him.

That’s why I used the last of my savings to buy a ticket to every show on his nationwide tour. I just sat back and observed the first couple shows. And genuinely enjoyed this kid’s magic routine. But he ruined my career, so I also took notes on his most dangerous stunts. The ones with fire and sharpened blades.

I settled on a trick he called “Ticking Inferno”. From what I gathered, it was a simple misdirect. Maxx stepped into a glass room, and while it filled with propane gas his assistant locked the only door. Or so it would seem- Maxx dropped down a trapdoor right as the glass box filled with flames. Predictable, but admittedly well executed.

At the show in Sacramento I made my move. I got there a few hours early and slipped past security. Once my preparations were complete, I blended with the audience filing in. I nearly fought a middle aged woman for my seat. After all, I deserved a good view.

The show proceeded identically to the past few I’d seen. My eyelids drooped, I was beginning to fall asleep. Nobody wants to see the same trick twice. But I perked up when Maxx’s assistant rolled out the glass room. I relished the gasps of the crowd as the oversized padlock clicked into place. He fumbled around for a second, acting helpless. It was all an act.

Then it happened. All the confidence drained from his smug face as he stomped on the trapdoor. It refused to budge. I had crammed crates underneath. He pounded his fists desperately against the glass. Stage techs rushed to his aid with the key. They tried shoving it in but to no avail. Glue in the locks. Maxx Magic let out one last blood curdling scream. Then the fire engulfed him. His writhing silhouette pressing up against the glass walls.

While the spectators wailed in terror, I left my seat. No doubt they would check the CCTV footage from before the show. And I needed to get a head start on running.


Side note: I actually won a competition on the ‘Mcscribes & Mcscribblers’ Discord server with this story! The prompt was “The bigger they get the harder they fall”. It’s the first writing competition I have ever entered! I’m 1 for 1 guys! 🙂

-Stay frosty

Queen Bee

I went to one of the hottest high schools in Malibu. Money being no issue, glamorous attire was a must. Life there was superficial as all hell.

Lucky for me, I was the queen bee. Higher in the food chain than any of my colleagues. With a raised eyebrow I could ruin any of them.

Everyone wanted to be me, my friends constantly bickered for my attention. Just for a splash of the limelight I was born into. My secret? I was a SoCal ten, which is like a real world twelve.

That is before the accident.

A drunk truck driver swiped the side of my convertible while I was cruising down the coast. I was thrown from the car and took a tumble down the cliffside. I was out of school for weeks.

The doctors said it was a miracle that I didn’t break any bones. That I was lucky there was only superficial damage.

And despite the surgeries and skin grafts, I was left a mutilated mess. My face seriously looked like Michael Jackson got attacked by a cougar.

On my first day back at Seaside High I was met with a cold shoulder. None of my friends visited me while I was recovering and it seemed like they wanted nothing to do with me now. I was like a total pariah.

To go from the public eye to being snickered at in the hallway, was literally the worst. I wanted to strangle every last one of those BITCHES daring to forget who I was. But I played it cool and went to work planning my revenge.

I made the first few attacks look like accidents. Bethany slipped on a waxed floor, shattering her teeth and biting off her tongue. Katy S. opened her locker and her textbooks fell, fracturing her skull. And Katy F. was brutally beaten in the school parking lot by some townies I hired downtown.

But I knew that people were already suspicious. So I decided to go wholesale with the whole vengeance thing.

My grandpa fought some war in Korea and I remember him telling me he killed Chinese people with this stuff called white phosphorus, apparently it like burns you really bad and has to be cut out of your body.

Like I said, money was was no issue. I ordered a few bags to my house from some chemistry supply site. And a simple trip to Pinterest showed me how to make homemade glitter bombs.

I walked into fourth period history with a secret underneath my Burberry trench. And I’m glad I sprung for the two-day shipping because the cops showed up to class and totally put me on the spot. Some fogey named Detective Diaz had found me out and was trying to get me to do a walk of shame in front of everyone in class. All of my so-called friends were watching and I definitely couldn’t give them another reason to laugh like the jackals they totally were.

I unzipped my coat, exposing the DIY chemical weapon duct taped to my pink Gucci sleeveless tee. It was time for those backstabbers to LOOK as ugly as they acted.

Detective Diaz pulled his gun and I didn’t think twice about slapping my palm onto the makeshift trigger on my chest.

White chunks and thick powder exploded throughout the room. Students threw their hands over their faces. Screaming came from all directions. Even the police rolled around in agony.

I looked down to see a hole in my clothes and a white chunk the size of a quarter slowly sinking into my stomach. I pushed through the pain without so much as a squeal. Though my eyes burned and blurred, the only tears that escaped were those of joy. A comfortable feeling rolled through my body.

For a brief moment I was the queen bee again. They feared me up till detective Diaz put a bullet between my eyes.