The Taste of Heartache_Spooky Boys_I am Jinxer_Rhetoric
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The Taste of Heartache
“How long?” Jared asked, holding the phone where he had discovered the vile messages. The question left behind a rancid taste in his mouth. He really didn’t want to know.“Four months.” Lisa whispered solemnly, hot tears rolling down her pale cheeks.The confession slammed Jared like a sledgehammer. He couldn't feel his hands. His brain became a raging bonfire.“Oh my god you've been going around doing this for four whole months?” He rasped, choking on the sentence.The room was filled with silence. Lisa couldn’t even muster the strength to look Jared in the eyes. Blue waves of shame engulfed her ...
Spooky Boys
The doctors identified him as Moses Ferraz, but the name didn’t feel familiar no matter how many times he mouthed it to himself. He kept his head turned and his eyes shut, so the nurse wouldn’t see him mutter to himself— and so he wouldn’t see the boy in the window.The boys reflected in the glass never matched the face in the little hand mirror at his bedside. They didn’t move when Moses did, or blink, even. It was the one with greasy hair and a jaw like a stone slab, the Watching Boy, that stared at him from across the room that afternoon.Nurse Marco and his cart rattled their way into the ro...
I am Jinxer
Everything was ready for the ritual tonight. I still have all day to get my plans executed. I spent my entire year preparing for this night, and I never really see the fruits of my work. I do it because I know my powers and what they do. What I learned can never be enough to prove my kind even exists. I have learned very early in my life that what I can do is weird, undebatable, and yet simply accepted by all to be normal. I am a powerful Jinxer, yes, a Jinxer, if I see something or I learn about something via any of my senses anwww.onedoor.ccd I like it so much it creates some type of negative energy aroun...
Rhetoric
RHETORIC James and I never got along. Not even when we were kids. Our mom had been on her own since my pops passed, and she wasn't much for parenting after his death. So James and I were left to our devices. When we interacted it always led to fighting. Most times verbally, oft times physically. For that reason, and for subconsciously resenting both my absentee parents, I moved out at 16、 I started by couch surfing, waiting tables. I stuck with it until I could get my own place, and began tending bar. Eventually I ended up bartending at a decently high end restaurant, making more than decent c...