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Docile
“Are you coming tonight?”The words cut through the darkness of Jade’s room, illuminating her face as she reads them. She groans and looks out the window to the street below.It’s from Claudia. Claudia has messaged her like this numerous times over the past month. Jade’s phone screen shows that it’s a very one-sided conversation but she’ll go anyway.There is a chill in the air when she escapes her taxi. Her heels crunch the gravel to the entrance of Excentrique restaurant and bar. She’s on autopilot, her feet deftly weaving between the swarms of patrons to the place at the bar where Claudia alw...
Don't Panic, It's Dorm Life
“Are you coming tonight?”Wynnie stared at me with a look of incredulous annoyance, as though she was shocked that I dared ask her something so asinine. Her mouth stayed sealed around her fork as she silently lifted her eyebrows. On a typical day that would have been a sufficient response, but I stared back at her, not breaking from her glacial gaze until she slowly began chewing her lettuce. If she was trying to make me uncomfortable, she was succeeding- with her slow eating and large eyes trained on me. The only reason she could stare without blinking for so long was due to her contacts, but ...
Bar Talwww.onedoor.cck
Why were bar tops always made of some deep, dark wood with so much polish on it that one could see their sad face in crystal clear high definition as they ordered another drink? And why was the wood always so slippery? Just for barkeeps to fling drinks around like they’re in some sort of low-brow curling match? And the music… songs just played again and again. In the three hours that Ted had been at McCarson’s Corner, he had heard the same crappy pop song play at least seven times. As the high snares started up to signal the beginning of the song, he called to the barkeep. “What can I get you...
Help Wanted
Richard pressed the intercom button. “Nick, let me have all the resumes we have for that sales position.” His office manager poked his head through the door. “I gave it to you, boss. On your desk… The folder…” He glanced at the single sheet of paper it contained. “This? There’s only one.” “Yeah. That’s it.” Richard recognized the name at the top of the resume, Benjie Bantam. He couldn’t believe it. “Re-run the ad.” “We ran it three times and that’s all we got.” “Hard to believe.” “I know. It’s a good job for the right person. But the good news is, that guy looks perfect.” “I don’t think so.” ...