Deliver Us From..._A Year in the Life of a Lounge_Learning the Ropes_All My Stars
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Deliver Us From...
She fell into the winter with a carcass covered in layers and layers of beautiful brown fat. Lovely layers hanging low, covering wounds inflicted over a thousand years. Battles fought, some won, some lost but each one leaving behind a wide wake of damage. Each step out onto a fresh killing field, leaving yet more scars. Stabs that twisted and turned, leaking blood at every orificwww.onedoor.cce . Stabs that punctured organs nestled deep within a frame so battered and bashed that it knew mostly, only pain.She had endured pain so intense that all that remained were scars healed, covered over and buried w...
A Year in the Life of a Lounge
JANUARY ELVIRA It will be a shame to take down the Christmas decorations that the girls went to such trouble with, and perhaps I might let Stella have her wish of keeping a few fairy lights around the window. It can do no harm. And I will admit, for all people say he is far too young to be able to focus properly, I swear Harvey is looking at the lights and liking them, with his big, solemn brown eyes. If anyone had told me this time last year that there would be an addition to our family, a December baby, then I would not have taken it remotely seriously. Yes, I knew people older than I was ha...
Learning the Ropes
“That’s the thing about this city, see. It takes care of its own.”Bang.****************************************************************************Alyx stands by the sink in the corner. Cool water falls from the tap, just the wrong side of numbing. Slowly, methodically, she cleans her hands under the stream, alternating, finger by finger, than thumb, than wrist.It’s something of a ritual for her. ‘End the day with clean hands’. ‘Wash away the world and your sins’. ‘Cleanliness is next to godliness’. Her mother had had a hundred such phrases stocked away, and though spirituality is just one of ...
All My Stars
Noah grabbed his shoes from under his bed and hopped around the room, trying to put them on. He grabbed his brush at the same time and hopped around, trying to comb his dirty blond hair. Unfortunately, he tripped over his stack of textbooks and crashed into his bed. One shoe was half on, and the comb was stuck in his hair. He lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath before he heard his sister yell at him from downstairs. “Noah! The bus driver won’t wait much longer. Get your butt down here now.” “Gimme a sec!” he roared down, scrambling to find his other shoe. He gave up on the com...