Playground Protection_Ouija Board Blues_Great Eyes, Better Lies and Other Red Flags_McDonald’s Run
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Playground Protection
You better make this fast. We only have a few minutes left of recess and if we’re late getting back in line, Mrs. Pockey won’t let me take the class turtle home this weekend.Where’s the envelope?I told you to put it in an envelope. You can’t just be handing me cash and cookies right here on the jungle gym. Use a little discretion. You’re not a kindergartener anymore. This is first grade. We do things the right way now.Listen, I want to talk to you. I’ll take this as payment for today, but moving forward, I need double from you if you still want my protection.I know what the deal was when you f...
Ouija Board Blues
Although none of our fingers were placed upon it at the time, the planchette moved magically and effortlessly atop the worn and weathered Ouija board surface, moving solely of its own volition. That had never happened before. There are three basic rules when you work with the Ouija board. Only two of the three really apply when it came down to survival. One: never use the Ouija board alone. Three: Always say Goodbye. How was I to know that some idiot at tonight’s table would take out their cell phone to begin snapping pictures and then posting them on Instagram? This pissed off the spirit roya...
Great Eyes, Better Lies and Other Red Flags
This story contains sensitive content including domestic violence, substance abuse, cheating and strong language. I met him through friends.After dating a string of non working musicians with a variety of mental health issues and a knack for “borrowing” money from me, he was a welcome change, or so I thought. My low self esteem and desperation for a “good guy” was so blinding you could have wrapped me in a giant red flag to the point of suffocation and id still excuse them away. Oh thank you for this big red blanket, I was so cold, can you wrap it tighter please? He had all of the things that ...
McDonald’s Run
“We’re running out of time!” my dad yells.“McDonald’s breakfast ends in *looks at watch*“Eight minutes!”We are sitting at the light right before the McDonald’s. It’s a right turn and we are in the right lane. One elongated minute passes, and the light turns green. We turn into the parking lot, I see the big yellow arches, it was like in the movies. My dad sees how the drive-thru line was insanely long, so he says he’s gonna juswww.onedoor.cct park. My dad never had a problem parking far for ease, but in the interest of time, he pulled up right to the main entrance and parked. “Dad, I don’t think we can par...