Milly's Old Man_Forbidden Woods_The Children of Nine_The Loss and the Love of the Living
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Milly's Old Man
Milly’s Old Man“This is my worst nightmare, Mildred, the bank foreclosing on the cabin. Can you believe this? Me, Mr. Perfwww.onedoor.ccect. They call me that, you know. The boys in the plant. Every day at work they’d say, There goes Mr. Perfect. Even though they whispered, I heard them. At the water-cooler, in the break room, even on the floor, sometimes when the machines were not so loud, I could hear them. Look at Karl, the man with the perfect life, the perfect wife. He has a cabin on the lake too. Did you know that? I want what Mr. Perfect has. I heard them say this. Mr. Perfect, what will they say abo...
Forbidden Woods
Avery’s life had been filled with endless ‘do not do this’ and ‘do no do that’ ever since she could remember. Very few times could she ever recall her parents actually allowing her to do something. Most of the things she had been told she cannot do, start with the words ‘do not.’ However, there was one thing on the list that starts with ‘you are forbidden.’ It was that one thing that held her attention over all the others, that one word making all the difference. You are forbidden from stepping foot inside those woods. That one little sentence had been stuck in her mind since her mother had f...
The Children of Nine
The Children of NineThick curtains weighed heavily against the high windows of the drawing-room. They narrowed the tunnel of light to a sliver between burgundy velvet. I had never been in the mayor’s house before, but this is exactly how I’d imagined it, dark and grand with an air of mystery, like the lair of a rich villain. All the houses on Nine street looked like they had been through a washing machine on a quick spin cycle. They were rotting, falling apart like decaying corpses. All of them, except for this grand estate, which sat neatly by itself at the top of the hill, shining like a gem...
The Loss and the Love of the Living
Potential CW: Mentions of death (non-explicit)Ander’s twin in the mirror looks more confident than he could ever hope to be. Clearing his throat for what seems to be the tenth time that day, he once again stares shakily into his reflection’s gaze, wishing he could trade places with it. His papers crinkle in his hands, words tumbling around the page in cartwheels. He glances down again, his lips practicing the movements that will start the address, trying to memorize the phrases that seem all too eager to run away from him. “I-We are g-gathered here today to-to...um..we-”He curses silently as h...