Hell Hath No Fury_Peter's meets Miles._The Russian Spy_Forty Days and Forty Nights
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Hell Hath No Fury
Hi, lovelies!A few content warnings: cursing, suicidal thoughts, death, and a brief mention of substance abuse.Thanks for reading!---------It started with an envelope - white and innocuous save for the “time sensitive” stamp in the bottom right corner. Whoever it was had spelled my name correctly, which was a rare occurrence among the spam mail I regularly received. Siobhan O’Rourke.Yes, my family is Irish, I would deadpan to whoever asked, as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.I’d seen my name spelled every which way, but rarely as my mother intended. It’s what moved me to tear...
Peter's meets Miles.
It was the 25th of December and Peter decided to host a cookie exchange. Little did his guest know he had something planned for one of them. Peter begins sending out letters to the people he wants to invite. But when one person declineswww.onedoor.cc the invite. He makes it his goal to get the person to accept. So he sends another invite and once again it gets turned down. So he sends the invite again. Finally, after the 5th invite the person accepts it. An hour later, everyone arrives at the exchange. Peter looks around for his important a guest. A 17 year old boy named Miles. As he is exchanging cookies h...
The Russian Spy
It had been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Nataliya Romanova stared up at the towering skyscraper, covered in shining glass, reflecting on the clear blue sky above. She turned to the two men behind her, her shoulder-length red waves swinging behind her. The first man was stout and carried a yellow briefcase. The second was tall and dressed sharply, with a long black overcoat over his perfectly tailored suit. "You stay here until I return. Do not let anyone who looks suspicious into the building." Nataliya's faded, Russian accent could be hear...
Forty Days and Forty Nights
It’s years since a friend dragged me along to his Bible class. I didn’t want to go; we were in the middle of a tough game of marbles and I was winning. My family had no connection to religion of any sort. But his family was deeply immersed in every aspect of God, the Bible, the church and all its teachings. The lecture that day was about a character called Noah, a flood, and the upending of the world. I was terrified. The teacher laid it on thick. “Behave yourselves or else God will open the taps again and you know what will happen then!” I quivered in my boots. This is the stuff that ten year...