Gabrielle, a Morning Dream_The Butterfly and the Flower_Recur 27 Syndrome_Repulsive
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Gabrielle, a Morning Dream
It’s early Monday morning, a little after 4:30 am, and in my dreams I’m walking the halls of a school. Nothing surprising about that because I’ve spent all the previous month visiting schools for academic year-end English Day events as part of my job; judging public speaking competitions, doing spelling bees, delivering exam certificates, and giving speeches to promote the English Language. I live in Casablanca, and English is a foreign language, but there’s a current grassroots movement to make English the 2nd language instead of French, even if it’s not adopted by the government as such. An...
The Butterfly and the Flower
“A butterfly drinks from a flower for sustenance. It depends on the flower for life. But if the flower wilts and dies, will the butterfly mourn the flower’s death, or find awww.onedoor.ccnother flower to drink from?”The Kingdom of Xia was flawed. Extremely lacking in common sense, where the government operated on what would make the people happy rather than what was really good for the kingdom. Sometimes that kind of thinking would make the citizens more content to live in Xia and others more willing to immigrate to the kingdom, but most of the time, it meant the government made some really dumb decisi...
Recur 27 Syndrome
Every Tuesday at exactly 2:11 p.m. I die for 14 minutes. I die the exact same way every Tuesday. Of course, it took me several times of dying before I realized what was happening to me. Just like the Tom Cruise movie 'Day After Tomorrow'. I've died at work, at the bank, the dentist, and on the bus to name a few places. I've gotten used to it now. I am able to schedule my death in my list of 'to do' things for Tuesdays.The first time it happened though was insane. I was standing in line at Starbucks. There were 3 caffeine dependent people ahead of me trying not to look antsy. Out of nowhere my ...
Repulsive
3/26/18“Nothing Skellington. Nothing happened.” I huffed as I dropped my cigarette bud to the ground. “Stop. You know I hate it when you call me that…” Poppy muttered. I flashed her a displeased glance then snuffed out the cigarette with the heel of my boot. “I really don’t give a shit. Anyway, it’s a compliment, take it.” I snarled. “Half the girls in this town are fat as freaking hell. Have you seen Patricia lately? She could stand to lose a few hundred pounds. That is if she can even stand at all!” “Why are you like this Xander? Give it a rest for a day…” She sighed. I rolled my eyes, scoff...