In The Dark Predawn_The Johns, The Car and The Coke_Behind the face_Nothing Ever Happens Here
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In The Dark Predawn
I was awakened without warning in the dark predawn. It wasn’t the familiar slow ascent from Morpheus’ embrace, but rather a sharp jolt, similar to that of being torn by force from the depths of a nightmare. I was used to recollecting my dreams with vivid clarity, especially in the few seconds after waking up, but this time there were no leftover images from the Dreamscape. Only the unbroken darkness of deep sleep preceded my suddenly conscious state. Heart fluttering uneasily in my chest, my senses scrambled to life, reaching out and grasping futilely into the black of my room. But for the utt...
The Johns, The Car and The Coke
Casey had learnt to take Benzodiazepines before the night’s work and painkillers when she was done, finish a cigarette between rounds and leave her necklaces at home. The johns – the clients – could get dangerous; they never stole, but when they were red hot, they’d grab hold of anything to choke you and watch you turn a shade darker. Most of the clients were lonely. Some were into different things that they couldn’t get away with doing to their wives or girlfriends. A client once asked Casey to hang me from some wooden stocks. There was another who just wanted to be held as he cried as if t...
Behind the face
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Bright curly red hair looked like on fire as the yellow rays from the window behind her gave her a light halo arouwww.onedoor.ccnd her. Her once bright live blue eyes were now dull and dead. She didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. She strode towards her wardrobe, pulled out a pair of skinny jeans a tank top, and a hoodie. She also wore her glasses rather than sunglasses, she refused to hide her eyes. They were the only thing that was left of her now. She jumped from her first-floor window as graceful as a cat. It was dark and she blended into the dark well. S...
Nothing Ever Happens Here
“Orders up!” yelled the big guy in the kitchen. He began ringing the tiny silver bell over and over.“Alright, I got to go. Work is kicking my ass right now. Just make sure Lori gets to her appointment on time. Love you,” I said, carefully placing the phone down. I tiptoed out of my bosses office and made sure to leave the door cracked just as I’d found it. Swiftly making my way down the hall, letting the tips of my fingers feather the edges of old photos of the James family living their legacy. This was the family dream. To soothe the stomachs of the hard working folk in the community. To nou...