What a dare_The honest journey_The illusions of Venom_5 Times
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What a dare
“I dare you.”The words rang in my head as I clapped a hand onto his shoulder, and my lips curved into a smirk. “I accept.”Afterwards, I suffered the consequences. I quaked in my shoes, because I had accepted a dare to ask the most popular girl in our school out, and as I looked down at my loose shirt and scruffy shoes, running a hand through my messy hair, I knew I had messed up badly.I should never have accepted the dare. But my headstrong, stubborn self had to accept the dare because I refused to seem weak. Cursing my Taurus stubbornness, I headed back to the dormitories, where I planned out...
The honest journey
I don’t smoke. But during my four weeks in Primrose Lodge, I spent many hours in the smokers’ hut. It was a small area, overhung by a tired and twisted oak, with some rustic benches and two or three smelly containers for stubbing out fags.Although I was one of a small minority of non-smoking, non-vaping addicts, “the hut” was (fumes notwithstanding) the best place to enjoy some decent company. It was always the spot where the conversation was most entertaining and where we could debrief after some heavy sessions of varied forms of therapy.It was in the hut, on my third day in rehab, that I met...
The illusions of Venom
I’ve never told this story, and yet, my soul is exhausted of it.You make excuses for the people you love. It doesn’t matter what you hear and usually, you opt to turn a blind eye when you catch yourself staring face to face with a capital red flag. If you’re anything like me, at one point in your life you’ll have made the blunder of assuming that with love, comes loyalty. If you’ve managed to see the error, you’ll have learned that the two have always been mutually exclusive.You can be loyal to somethwww.onedoor.ccing you don’t love. You can be loyal out of respect; when you know someone is the best at what...
5 Times
In which Talia helped Mary 5 times.First Time.Mary took the wash rag in one hand and the edge of her desk in the other, cleaning off the surface in wide circles. Talia watched at the door. She dropped her bag by the frame and took another rag, and began cleaning the other desks. “Hey.” Said Talia, ringing out her cloth and started washing a desk with it. “Hey.” Mary replied, sticking out an arm to find a different desk. Talia grabbed a broom and swept the floors in between the desks, near the door, and by the walls, creating a pile of dust in which she scooped up and poured into the trash bin...