Masks From The Town Novels & Stories

“The black one is good for everyday. The white would look nice if you were wearing a cocktail dress. And the brown is a good option if you feel like switching it up.” “Fantastic,” said Greer. “Here,” said Nate , picking up the black mask and helping Mira unwrap the gauze from around her eyes. As he pulled the mask over her eyes, Greer placed the remaining two masks into white boxes, which she then set into a shopping bag with her studio’s logo on the front. “Thank you so much,” said Mira , finding Greer’s hand to shake.

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

A murmur rippled through the crowd. "They’re here," someone said from behind them. "Everyone, don't take off the fucking mask. The paparazzi are on the way. We don't want to be bullied on F******k for not wearing a mask," Jane added. The two rolled their eyes and adjusted their face masks.

“Try again!” Zayla’s second attempt wobbled… but this time it landed, precariously, on the edge. She gasped. “Ha! Got it!” she exclaimed. Irene cheered loudly. “See! You can do it!” After the games, they wandered toward a row of mask stalls. The masks glittered, painted with feathers, beads, and gold accents. “Pick one,” Irene said, pushing a particularly ornate mask toward her. “Tonight’s about fun. Don’t be shy.”

I didn’t expect it to be this crowded. "One more thing." Alden reached into his jacket and produced a mask. Black, fine net. He held it out toward me. "It's a masked show. Nobody will know you are here." I took it from his hand and turned it over. “So tonight be whoever you want to be.” It sounded like the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. "Thank you." I said. He smiled slowly, his eyes darken as she leaned closer to my ear. "Don't thank me yet."

Meanwhile hunger hums in my belly at the taste of toast on my fingers. I turn to the table, searching through the bags for the thing I bought. “Here it is.” I pull out the veiled mask I got from the market place. It has a string on only the top part where you tie it behind your head and the lower part is loose, making it free enough for her to eat without obstruction. “What’s that?” “It’s a mask. It should be freer than the one you have on.” “Oh okay.” Ra takes it from me and goes into the bathroom to change into it. When she returns, it looks even more dazzling than I thought it would. “You’re right, this feels better.” She says. “How does it look?”

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

She turned and walked back to the table. From a bag, she pulled out something wrapped in tissue paper. "Hold this," she said, handing my dad the dress. After he took it, Viv carefully removed the white paper, producing a stunning mask, decorated in glittering beads of lilac, teal, and fuchsia the same shades as several soft-looking feathers that protruded from one side. The beading around the eyes was black. "Mr. Henry said the party theme was a masked ball." She touched a delicate feather. "This mask is from Milan and cost more than most people make in a year."

Peter said interrupting Alex and Bonnie who stopped their conversation and glanced up at the screen. "Ok, this one looks cool" Alex said as they looked at the mask which was red in color. "But we'll make it black, since our outfit is black. Other colors are easily spotted in the dark" Elena said as they left the screen to get the mask ready. They started with the job and they had to dispose lots of the masks because they were making it wrongly. "Why can't we go to the mall and get the masks? Can someone remind me please?" Laura asked "We never talked about going to the mall to get the masks, Laura. It's just one of your games to remind us we can go to the mall to get the masks instead of doi

" Take a look at this record," Adam said, pushing the button. " Luckily, the town decided to place a few cameras on the street where the apartment is located." I turned my attention back to the screen. I watched the record for less than a minute before my lips formed a perfect 'O' shape. Women I saw before were without masks, strolling, chatting and smiling as if nothing had happened. The older one was carrying the bag Adam had mentioned before. I gasped, looking at Millie's stepmother and stepsister, slowly walking to the nearby car. They jumped into the vehicle and drove off. Adam paused the record again while my fists balled.