The Fortune Teller_Discontent_A Locked Heart_Marla's Cabin
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The Fortune Teller
I should’ve listened. That’s the thought that runs through my head as I look around, as I realize where I am and what I have done. I really should’ve listened. I don’t even know what it was that compelled me to enter a fortune teller’s parlor that day. I had passed by this house-turned-parlor several times before during my walks, but there was something different about it. The purple paint had started to peel off to reveal the original wood-brown underneath that looked like it was slowly taking possession over the house. I noticed it. The neon sign that read “Tarot Card Readings” flickered alm...
Discontent
CW: physical violence, suicide Juror Number 1 rose, ready to deliver the verdict I’d waited for for a year but suddenly didn’t want to hear. Beside me on a bench that seemed to have sprouted thorns, Adrien patted my shoulder as if to reassure me a final time that what I needed would happen—that the monster who had stolen my little girl would face as much punishment as the system had to offwww.onedoor.ccer.I could see why he thought so. As he’d told the support group through which we’d met a year ago, the man who had taken his daughter had received a “guilty” verdict and a lethal injection. Four months af...
A Locked Heart
“Well, team, I guess I’m going to head out,” said Chief as he threw cash on the table to cover his tab. “You lot kicked ass out there today.”“Yup, that fire never saw us coming,” said Carrie with a grin on her face, which was nearly covered entirely with soot. Only the area around her eyes was left unblemished, allowing her pale sky-blue eyes to peer out from the darkness that surrounded them. “Funny that you should mention asses,” I said with a sly grin plastered on my face. I stared at his rear and continued, “Didn’t I see smoke coming out of yours at one point?”“Hey, you can’t call yourself...
Marla's Cabin
Marla’s personality, from the time she was a toddler, could best be described as an “I” on a Myer’s-Briggs personality test. She was undeniably an introvert, who often hid behind her older sister and refused to speak to adults she didn’t know. Whenever someone curiously queried about Marla’s unusual behavior, her mother exasperatedly muttered, with a dismissive wave of her hand, that Marla was shy.Marla’s mother spoke to anyone. Actually, Marla’s mother spoke to everyone. She made new best friends in line at the pharmacy, in waiting rooms at doctor’s offices, and on the seat next to her on the...