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All My Life
Just like every other day, I have to go to work. My life is such a mess. I mean, I haven't even picked a career, and I don't even have a car. Well, today I'm taking the bus. I don't know why but it's very crowded than usual. "Hey, excuse me, can I take that seat?" I asked politely. "No can do. I am too tired," the red-headed man said. "Well, I don't care. I'm tired too!" I yelled. "Sorry. Here take my seat," the man said, frightened. I squeezed my way through the crowd of people and slumped down into the rough leather seat. Living in a little apartment wasn't helping me either. Going to slee...
Siblings During an Power Outage
"ROSE, STOP PLAYING WITH THE LIGHTS!" Jordan screamed. "I'm not playing with anything; the power's out," Rose replied. "Huh?" "Yeah, turn it on yourself if you really think I'm a liar." Jordan rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. Unlike his sister, he couldn't see very well in darkness and almost broke his leg getting to the light switch. He flicked it on. Nothing. "Believe me now, Jordan?" "Fine, I believe you. What are we going to do now?" "Wait, what else?" "We have to do something productive!" "What? Do you want to try fixing the lights?" "No, Rose! Ugh. We have to get some flashlight...
Centuries
Sage has been around far longer than those around them. They had seen things others could only dream of. More often than not they wished their memories were purely that. Dreams. Things they’d conjured up during the brief periods in time when they were able to rest. To simply close their eyes and drift.Except they couldn’t drift. Quite the opposite actually. They had been rooted in this exact spot since the beginning of time. Sage has witnessed many things. They had seen generations grow up and die; they had seen eras pass by faster than they could comprehend. After a time, everything begun blu...
Ginger Tea
Content warning: violence The moment I saw him uncork his second bottle of whiskey, I knew. Before me, in the kitchen mirror, I could see him reflected, face red and puckered, gravy still dripping from his beard, his legs parted to accomodate the stool on which he had kept his bottle, bloodshot eyes bulging at the veins. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gurpreet bend down to retrieve the dish soap can that had rolled away under the sink. She paused midway, half - bent, half - straight, obstructed perhaps by the huge belly, taut and round, home to what would, at last, keep my husband from d...