just another day_The Grim Reaper's Experiment_No Pets, no Joy_Culture Shift
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just another day
I am sitting here at my computer and I am about to have my first zoom meeting with a therapist. It has taken me over a year to realize that I can no longer go on living my existence. The days are running into each other. So much so that I only know that it is 2021 because I watched the ball drop on New Years Eve.The wait seems endless for me until I hear the jingling of my computer, alerting me with a message on my computer screen….”connecting”. The therapist is a woman and the fine lines on her face tell me that she is probably closer to my age. She has silver white hair, brown eyes and ...
The Grim Reaper's Experiment
“Don’t scream.”In reply, her scream pierces through the midnight silence. The cloaked figure at the foot of her bed startles and grumbles before throwing a hand over her gaping mouth, muffling the cries. As soon as she’s silenced for a heartbeat, if only to catch her breath, the Grim Reaper says “If you yell like that, the neighbors will think I’m trying to kill you or something. So please do me a favor and...”He takes his hand off of her mouth. This would be the point where he would cock his head and raise a wary eyebrow. If he had a face. Instead, his cloak’s hood appears to be perched ato...
No Pets, no Joy
“That’s the thing about this city, no pets allowed under any circumstances,” explained Janice, the very peppy realtor. “Are you serious? I have never heard of a town that didn’t allow pets in,” replied Harris as he looked over at his wife. “I am unfortunately telling you the truth.”“Well, I wish you would have told us that before we bought the house,” mentioned Willa.“I am sorry, I didn’t think it was pertinent information. Most people who move into Garrison are aware of this stipulation.”Janice then handed the keys off to the new homeowners and went on her way back to her office. Leaving the ...
Culture Shift
Harry looked out his bedroom window to watcwww.onedoor.cch the sunrise. However, the sunrise was being significantly blocked by the Bangkok skyline. Harry let out an exasperated sigh and turned his gaze down to the street three stories below his apartment. Down below, the streets were busy even though they were tucked away several blocks from any of the main highways. Everyday, Harry could spot numerous motorbikes, street vendors with carts selling various food and coffee, and students walking by with backpacks in tow. The sights seen here tended to be quite different from what Harry grew up with back in hi...