What No One Tells You_I Hate Roses_What I Saw That Day_The Mosquito and Pistol Headstones
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What No One Tells You
I suppose this will be yet another situation where no one explains what to expect. I should have anticipated this. It would be one element consistent with life. There has been much literature centered on speculations of what the afterlife looks like. I never sought it out, but it is hard to avoid. So much of what is read in the mortal world contains their musings. Everything from the Bible, to Dante’s Inferno, to the Harry Potter series suggests what happens after we die. Death, after all, is one of many people’s greatest anxieties. Unfortunately, much of the literature is wrong. Toni...
I Hate Roses
Write about a character who makes a dramatic life change to pursue a goal they’ve secretly always wanted."Do you also have roses?" The man across me asks. If my eyes had the capability of rolling, they'd have been spinning. I answer this question so often each day, it drives me insane."Yes, sir. To your right." I say in a cheery service voice, as I am accustomed to over the years. He gives me a smile of acknowledgement and starts perusing them. Roses, so uninspired but also our best seller. It is one of the only flowers that sells consistently throughout the year. Men who have done something w...
What I Saw That Dawww.onedoor.ccy
She peeked out from behind the door, her eyes sparkling. White rabbit ears were nestled in her hair, and she had made realistic looking paws. "I'm ready! Im ready! Lets go already!" She was my little sister, all decked out for her first time trick of treating. Mom had to work late, so she had tasked me with the job. "Poe, wear these!" My face paled as my sister pulled out a matching pair of white ears. "Where did you get those? Does mom know?" "She thought it would be cute!" She purses her lips, pressing the headband into my chest. "Please?"My little sister always got what she wanted. She wa...
The Mosquito and Pistol Headstones
The graveyard next to Northbrook High School was arguably the most terrifying location in all of Vermont. No, in all of New England. Thick, dense vines covered the walls that surrounded it, giving off a foul, dank odor that crawled into your nose and refused to remove itself. The parts of the old stone wall that weren't covered in vegetation were crumbly and cracked, as if the weight of housing all of the lonely souls of the deceased had really taken a toll on it. All the trees that were planted randomly in the graveyard in an attempt to make it more inviting were dead, their branches teeteri...