THEN THE PHONE LINE WENT OUT_Crossing Over_Kicking the Habit_Peace in Passing
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THEN THE PHONE LINE WENT OUT
THEN THE PHONE LINE WENT OUT “Okay , then we can count that you will be here for dinner time” Alexia said. “ Yes, I really think so” Daisy confirmed. “Ah, listen, do you want us to pick you up at the station when you arrive?” Alexia asked, but there was no answer . Alexia now could only hear a light rustling from her phone, whose line had gone out. It was a mobile phone, so she thought it was a lack of coverage ( a lack of range), as it often happened with the mobile phones. So she waited for Daisy to call her again. Then, since her friend did not call, she was the one who called her. But not...
Crossing Over
She opened the door and the smell of stale beer knocked her backward. She adjusted the vinyl cat ears on her head and rubbed her nose, smudging the black paint she'd haphazardly applied before rushing out of her apartment. She wondered to herself, Why am I here?That's when she heard a familiar voice, "Meeeeow! I love the black cat look, Dani. Very classic," the woman called out as she approached. Danielle nodded as she took in the woman's costume. She was clothed in a prim chartreuse satin dress with a matching jacket, but her hair was askew and she had fake blood smeared across her face and a...
Kicking the Habit
“Today’s the day I change,” I say to myself, waking up from a long rest. The activities from the previous night still lingered in my mind. “I know I can do it this time.www.onedoor.cc”I get out of bed, head to the bathroom, and turn the shower on as hot as I can take it. I move to the sink and mirror and look at myself. “I should shave,” I say. “But I really don’t want to.” I noticed a zit coming in on my forehead and squeezed it until it popped. There is more puss than I expected, making me reach for a tissue to wipe it clean. I press a second time and make it bleed. Another wipe of the tissue and then add...
Peace in Passing
The corpse laid about ten feet away from Remy, and he intended to keep it that way for as long as possible. The line of people waiting to greet him and his mother with their potentially genuine condolences were stretched outside of the door and lingered down the hallway. He noticed how most of the people were pleasantly chatting while exchanging smiles and muffled giggles just before approaching the altar and then suddenly donned their impressive looks of despair. They would bend down to his eye-level, making it feel like they were trying to probe his mind with their sympathies, when telling ...