The Gentlemen's Club_The Johnson Kids_Feeling for the First Time_The Devil Pays the Dues
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The Gentlemen's Club
I can't stop my hands from shaking. Hell, my entire body has been quaking for the last nine months, give or take. And the sour taste of bile rising in my mouth daily makes me want to vomit. The never-ending stress of this whole fucking thing will kill me before anything else does. I look at my face in the bathroom mirror, and I seem to have aged a lifetime in a few short months. How is that possible?I chose this Option, willingly. Foolishly. I chose to live a privileged version of a life I've never had instead of going to prison for twenty-to-life. At least twenty years of my already wasted li...
The Johnson Kids
I was on the couch, tea in hand, greyhound curled up next to me, about to press play on the movie, when the phone rang. And like a fool, I answered it. It was one of those things you don’t think about, it just happens. A synapse in your brain fires, green button! Quick, touch it! And it ruined my night. “Hello?”“Hey Ella, can you come over? It’s an emergency.” Beep beep beep, silence. The nonchalance was odd, but to be fair, so were the Johnson kids. The first time I babysat them, they asked if they could watch TV, then sat completely still for two and a half hours and watched the static. I p...
Feeling for the First Time
[CW: attempted suicide and violence]My journey wasn’t always honorable. Long ago, I used my abilities for personal gain and causwww.onedoor.cced pain instead of hope. After spreading suffering for decades, I finally realized helping others produced extended happiness rather than the short-term pleasure of instant gratification. I peered at the small glass vial. The bright blue liquid glistened in the afternoon sun, reflecting its light into the face of the man across from me as I spun it. His sunken features, scab-covered skin, and pulsing black veins made me want to avert my gaze, but like a car wreck, I...
The Devil Pays the Dues
TW: Contains violence/ gore and bad language.I pushed my food around the plate, not eating a single bite. Refusing to eat might well be a sign that something’s on your mind, but throwing up all over the dinner table is probably an even bigger one. Luckily, Dad isn’t what you might call an observant man. I managed to last a few minutes grunting non-committal replies to his questions. Then Mum entered the room, and everything fell apart.‘Patrick dear, what’s wrong?’ she asked. I froze, my fork poised over the latest meatball I’d been pretending to eat. Bile rose in my throat, and my skin turned...