Superstar_The Last and First Visit_I Smell Rat_Midnight Shift
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Superstar
I first met Matsuoka in senior high.We were in the same classes for all three years, though we didn’t particularly know each other.We had gone to the same schools, shared the same room for all three years, listened to the same history teachers, breathed the same air—but that was it.There was nothing else in common between us—well, besides gender.It was true.Back in school, we rarely ever talked to each other. And when we did, it was only when necessary.Besides that, we were both walking down separate paths, occupying different worlds. His reality among twinkling eyes and crystal palaces. Mine ...
The Last and First Visit
The oddest thing about visiting Auntie Stella, even when Lucy was a little girl, was that she never really wanted to go, and yet she never really wanted to leave, either. There was an unease, a dissatisfaction, about both. Auntie Stella didn’t live in a roses round the door idyllic little cottage like Lucy’s friend Annabelle’s Auntie Maureen. She slightly envied Annabelle, though she wasn’t going to give her as much fun as to say so, and though she wasn’t proud of herself, couldn’t honestly say she was sorry either when she told Annabelle that there were probably mice in the thatched roof of C...
I Smell Rat
#Start your story with awww.onedoor.cc character looking out of a window in the middle of the night #It was so much of a blessing and a joy to see my bed at last; to bask in its warmth and embrace its comfort. Alas! A whole day’s woes to dump on such a poor inanimate object. I wished it could hear my sorrows and my silent pleas! Could it find solutions to my pertinent questions for the day? Oh! But soon I was fast asleep in its arms and did not care a hoot. It had been a long Friday and I was tired and weary from the day’s activities. It was time to get myself some well-deserved eight good hours of uninter...
Midnight Shift
It was 2 a.m. and Denny’s was crammed with convalescing college kids. Sherry wiped up the coffee on table three and tried to ignore the wave of drunkenness that splattered the tacky walls with idiocy. It was the weekend before finals, and everyone was wasted.A waitress’s worst nightmare.Sherry finished cleaning and strode toward three guys sitting at a booth. They didn’t acknowledge her as she pulled out her notebook; two of them were too busy laughing at the third, who poured a goop of syrup into his black coffee.She wasn’t paid enough to tell him to stop. She tapped her pen against the table...