The Man_Girl Who Cries Fire_She Will Lay My Body On The Stone_The Boy Under The Bridge
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The Man
CW: violence, killing/suicide She saw the man, casually walking past the end of her driveway as she cleaned her kids dinner plates up. She didn't think much of it at first. It's a small town, and people usually walk around at night to get some last minute exercise before it got too dark. In the back of her mind, though, she wondered who it was. That thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of her daughter yelling at her son. "Bed time!" she shouted down the hallway, and a second later, the sound of brushing teeth began. As she washed the dishes, the man started popping into her mind once m...
Girl Who Cries Fire
“Julie, dinner will be ready in 5 minutes!” The smell of her father’s creamy pasta sauce tugs at the peach fuzz inside her nose. Her favorite meal. She wonders if he purposefully planned this meal to coax her into the house. It is always a fight to get him to let her stay in her own home, where she has everything she needs. Her parents finished building the treehouse weeks ago. Julie recruited them to hold the ribbon for the grand opening. Franny, the family dog, was the only audience member present to see Julie cut the ribbon. The ceremony was “delightfully quaint” in Julie’s words. It was ...
She Will Lay My Body On The Stone
Death rolled in, said you got ten minutes.Curt bastard. Paid no pleasantries.“Take a lasting look at yourself – it’s the lasting one you’ll get.” Then left. Onto the next. Hell knew what he meant by that! I was out! Tried www.onedoor.ccto stand up and run – jumped right out of my skin and bones. Just left them there cold. I knew it happened straight away, felt it. At least you get that. You feel yourself go. I never told them what to do with my body.Took a while to look back at where I came from. Took the wall instead. I studied the vinyl, pink pinstripes and vines of drooping flowers. Ugly, though I suppo...
The Boy Under The Bridge
The scullery maid placed a tray on the table with a glass of milk and a plate of éclairs. They looked absolutely delicious; large as a rolled-up fist and almost spilling over with cream. “Go on, help yourself. You must be hungry. My blood sweat and tears went into those éclairs and besides, the time for rest has come.” The maid said with a knowing smile.Timmy found the comment rather odd but was far too hungry to protest.The most decent meal he had in the last couple of days was a moldy piece of bread he’d wrestled from a roof rat the size of a cat. The éclairs on the other hand were fresh, wa...