House of the Dead_The Wrong Supper_Victim of Drug Lords_You're Rightfully Mine
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House of the Dead
"What in my name are these imbecilic decorations?"Cheap trinkets hung from the ceiling. Golden globes with a nuclear amount of glitter, red and white scythes that were far too blunt to qualify as weapons, and cardboard cutouts of reindeers, snowflakes, and what seem to be little garden gnomes. An awful waft filled the air which the Housemaster recognised as some rotten mixture of gingerbread (he hated sweet), peppermint (he hated fresh), and chestnut (this one was fine).Red, red, and red all around. Given, the House was red by default thanks to its sanguine banners and crimson carpeting, not t...
The Wrong Supper
“Fuck it. I got sumthin to say,” I said, and caught my old granny nearly faint in the corner of my eye. I imagined Judas having the same reaction sitting at the table with Mary and the disciples right after the crucifix. “This shit’s been on my mind for a while, and I thought everyone should know…” **** **** ****Paid, smiling actors sitting around magazine modeled table with overexposed lighting and a tiny logo at the bottom of festive commercials made my head numb. It reminded me of the shittiest half of the year. That cheerful and lovey-dovey crap family were supposed to...
Victim of Drug Lords
Disclaimer: Talk of drug abuse. He clutched onto his mother’s arm tightly and staggered out the sliding panels. His mother seemed to be sighing and kept casting her amber eyes downward, as if embarrassed. “Jason, I’m telling you that it happened.”“Don’t be daft mother, of course, it didn’t,” he said with a short, almost-nervous chuckle. He stole a sideways glance at his mum, only to be met with lowered eyes. Jason’s dirty blond hair whipped around his ears in the wind. It hadn’t been cut in a while and he desperately needed one.“Jason, I need you to remember what happened the night you were ad...
You're Rightfully Mine
She is slowly walking down the stairs; fearful extended steps she is taking. It’s in the middle of the night and swww.onedoor.cche is expecting no one at all, but she is sure she heard something, as she went back to bed after she uses the bathroom.Her apartment is not big; a bedroom, living room and an open kitchen. She is walking to the kitchen and to the counter, where she last left her phone. Her spaces are orderly for any odd drama and it's been quite today... well at list before the bumping sound she heard.“It was here,” she whispers to herself, unsure if she really did left it there. Loading her chest...