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Normal Apocalypse Life
Day 1: Today I got a job at Dangerously Good Wholesale and Pet Supplier It was going pretty good until Cathy got mad at me for stealing her life and dream job and dumped juice on the ground that made me slip into the shelves. Dangerous is true, bumping into the shelves made 11 of them fall over and some people in the aisles got caught under them and the cashier called the ambulance then my manager paid off the news reporter to not say anything. They got so much money, they retired and moved abroad.Day 2: My girlfriend is upset with what happened and wants me to go tell the truth to a journalis...
Best Dad
My dad sits next to me on the bed, his hands twisting in time with the rising sun outside my bedroom window. As it rises higher, his hands become almost unnoticeably more frantic in their dance. Twitch, bend, hand over hand, repeat.I sit as still as the sky, unmoving as the sun rays reach to the heavens above. My breath is frozen by the sound of my phone alarm and I reach under my pillowwww.onedoor.cc to shut it off. My dad sighs, stretches his arms and stands. The sun hits his back casting his shadow, it fills the whole room and I could almost imagine the sun never rose. "I'll go make you some breakfast Q....
Top Ten Things to Try Before I Toss Off
1、 Have Fun Terminal cancer is probably the definition of not fun. So the first thing I have to try before I die is to have as much fun as possible. For me, that looks like doing all the things I held myself back from doing before, out of fear, out of embarrassment. Because now, what the hell do I have to lose? I’ve never played Twister before. Never with my cousins or classmates. Never with my friends. Never with boys…one boy in particular. I always looked exciting on TV. Sure, it’s a game for little kids, but I don’t care. I’ve never been to a party my family wasn’t hosting. Or gone o...
The Cheating Husband
Draping the pallu of my saree around my waist, I tucked the loose end of it into the petticoat to avoid getting ketchup and oil stains on it as I helped serve piping hot samosas, ordered fresh from Narula’s bakery in Indiranagar, into the Corelle plates. The whiff of the spicy mint chutney I dolloped into each plate made my mouth water. Next, I served vegetable spring rolls, paneer tikkas and semolina idlis flavoured with mustard seeds and curry leaves into each plate, adding chicken tikkas into the plates for the two non-vegetarians in our group of friends.“Umm,” said Mira, tasting the cream ...