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A Heck of a Hex
A Heck of a Hex
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Dalia realizes Youtube fame has a price when she is hexed by a jilted fan.

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PublisherDoug Robbins
Release dateSep 6, 2018
ISBN9781386767046
A Heck of a Hex
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Doug Robbins

m Bio Doug has been a lifelong horror movie fan.  He is even having five of his short screen plays turned into short films. Prose Bio Doug fancies himself the next Edgar Allan, with his short horror fiction. He contributes to the first edition of “The 100 Voices Anthology”. He won an honorable mention in The L Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest.  Also he contributes to all six of “The Demonic Visions” Editions.

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    A Heck of a Hex - Doug Robbins

    A Heck of a Hex

    Doug Robbins

    Published by Doug Robbins, 2018.

    While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

    A HECK OF A HEX

    First edition. September 6, 2018.

    Copyright © 2018 Doug Robbins.

    ISBN: 978-1386767046

    Written by Doug Robbins.

    Table of Contents

    A Heck of a Hex

    A Heck of a Hex

    Done, Dalia said flipping her glass over and setting it on the table. I win.

    For Heaven sakes, Flo, Dalia and Lucille’s mother said. Does everything have to be a competition with you girls?

    Of course it does, Dalia remarked. I’m the best and I have to prove my superiority in every way. And I have to try my best to humble Dalia, or her head will get so fat we could fly her in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, Lucille said.

    You two are sisters; you are supposed to have each other’s backs, Flo said.

    Your mother is right, Bob (Dalia and Lucille’s father) piped in.

    There’s no greater bond than family, Bob said.

    Are you excited for your play on Friday? Flo asked Lucille.

    I can’t think about anything else, Lucille admitted. Bob glanced over at Dalia.

    You nervous about the Conference Championship?

    We’re going to pulverize the Billy Goats, Dalia said.

    That’s my girl, Bob said slapping Dalia a high five.

    That’s right, said Flo. Both the girls’ events are this Friday.

    So what? Bob asked.

    Who’s going to which event? Flo asked.

    I figured I would go to Dalia’s basketball game and you would go to Lucille’s play, Bob stated.

    Flo shook her head. You always go to Dalia’s sporting events. I think you should go to Lucille’s play and I should go to Dalia’s basketball game. Dalia snickered.

    You hate basketball.

    "I don’t hate basketball. I don’t understand it but I don’t hate it.

    Dad can’t miss my game. He’s my good luck charm, Dalia said. Flo rolled her eyes.

    There’s no such thing as good or bad luck. Don’t be so superstitious.

    Dalia and Bob exchanged skeptical looks.

    I don’t want Dad going to my play if he doesn’t want to go, protested Lucille. A light bulb went off in Bob’s head. His face became a mask of shame.

    Honey, Bob began. I’m sorry; I’d love to go to your play.

    "The play is The Tell Tale Heart, Flo chimed in. It’s pretty similar to those old 70’s and 80’s era slasher flicks you like."

    Oh yeah? Bob’s ears perked up. Sweet.

    The bus is almost here, Flo said. You girls don’t want to miss it.

    I’m going to need a ride home from rehearsal today, Lucille said.

    I’ll pick you up after work, Bob assured his daughter.

    Great, thanks Dad, Lucille said. The halls of EA Poe High School are painted purple, while the lockers and the floor are standard gray. Lucille stood by her locker fidgeting with the lock.

    Chapter Two

    Elise Fulton approached. Her kinky dark hair jutted out in every direction. She wore a black skirt, a pink  shirt, and pink leggings, with high heels.

    Hey what’s up? Elise said. The locker popped open. Noticing her friend Lucile smiled.

    Hey girlie.

    You excited about the play on Friday? Elise asked.

    I was excited, until I found out my Dad will be there, Lucille admitted.

    What’s wrong with that? Elise asked.

    He makes me nervous. He’s all about sports and he couldn’t care less about the theater," Lucille said.

    "I’m afraid he’ll show up with a foam finger, be painted up in our school colors, and start chanting Here we go Lucille. Here we go," I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you’re thinking," Elise said.

    I hope you’re right, stated Lucille.

    They parted ways and headed to their respective home rooms. The usual silence of the early morning filled Mr. Baker’s room. The teacher Mr. Baker, with broad shoulders and a stern expression on his face, read a romance novel. The principal’s voice came over the PA system.

    Good morning Ravens, began Principal Weaver. "As many of you know, our girls’ basketball team will be battling those Youngstown Billy Goats for a Conference Championship and a playoff berth. The game is at Youngstown at 7:30 pm this Friday night. Also on Friday night at 7:30 pm the Drama Club will be performing their rendition of The Tell Tale Heart. Also we’re having fish sticks for lunch.

    That concludes our morning announcements."

    The bell rang and the day began. At lunch time the cafeteria was all a buzz with basketball fever. Banners cheering the team on hung from the ceilings. The word on almost everyone’s lips involved tonight’s game, except members of the drama club and the couple of sports hating nerds, seated alone at the table removed from the rest of the students. They compared Calculus scores and wore pocket protectors. They each had a swirlie apiece waiting for them after lunch, promptly to be administered to them by the school hood, Travis Wolfe. The drama club had their own little meeting table; there were six of them including Lucille and Elise. Four of the six wore black turtlenecks and the heavy set girl Rose, wore mime make-up. She mimed her words, never speaking.

    One girls was tall and thin; her nose was long and pointy. When she laughed it sounded like the neighing of a horse. Her name was Colleen.

    Can you believe the school is going so batty over a stupid basketball game? Colleen asked.

    I don’t know if I’d call it stupid, said Lucille. Colleen looked at Lucille.

    You hate basketball," Colleen said.

    I don’t hate it, protested Lucille.

    Are you becoming a basketball sympathizer all of a sudden? Colleen asked.

    No, said Lucille. She’s still my sister.

    That’s nothing to brag about, Colleen stated. She’s a snob and is probably a slut to boot! Lucille’s

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