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Split
Death was quick.Well, it wasn't quick, but it sure felt like that.I thought I'd see a light and leave, but nope.I could see my body laying on the bed as I hovered around looking for a light. The only light I saw was my bed lamp which I'm pretty sure I turned off before swallowing that cup of pills."Hey Pri, are you awake? I wanted to tal-"I saw my twin sister Zoya's jaw drop when she saw the bottles of pills on my bedside table. She slapped my face trying to wake up my lifeless body. It was such a thunderous slap that I heard the sound past the plane of the living and into the land of the dead...
A Well Thought Out Plan
The kids were at school, the housekeeper was given the day off and the spouses were sat in front of each other. It was strange how they sat, hands crossed and on opposite ends of the obnoxiously long glass table. It was something too business-like to be in a family setting.Daniela rubbed her thumb in circles while her husband twirled his wedding ring around his finger. Daniela wondered why she’d been summoned and why her husband looked like he wanted to run to the nearest window to jump out of.“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said, his head bowed down. Daniela pursed her lips but mot...
Reminiscence
I almost didn’t answer the phone when Eomma called that Friday afternoon at the start of my first three-day weekend in college. Part of it was guilt. I’d told her I would call once I moved into my dorm more than a month ago.(Until then, you used to call like every week or every couple of weeks at least.)Oh yeah, I did, didn’t I?(I remember waiting and waiting for you to call.)Really? I had no idea. Sorry, kid.(Not a kid.)You used to say that back then, too. Meanwhile, I totally www.onedoor.ccfelt like a kid--a scared kid. Did I ever tell you this? I hadn’t felt ready to start college.That’s another reason I...
U.S. Army Issue Brown T-Shirt
“You can’t keep me here.”“Please, Mr. Van de Kamp. Take your seat,” ordered the imperturbable headmaster, black eyes narrowing over his hawkish nose. The boy stood in his office. Out of uniform. Insolent. “You can’t keep me here—” the boy repeated.“I assure you, we can,” the headmaster flatly stated. “Your father—”“My father can eat shit and die.”“Mr. Van de Kamp, such language will not be tolerated here. You are well aware of our Code of Conduct.”“You are well aware of my Code of Condick,” said the boy, lewdly grabbing his crotch.“Mr. Van de Kamp! Govern yourself accordingly. Please sit down,...