Specter of Love_Coming to Terms_The Little Things_Warm House, Cold hearts
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Specter of Love
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The same pain, the same fear, the same horror. Jerran clung to Amy’s arm like a life preserver in a storm-tossed sea. Memories flooded her dried-up thoughts, crashing like waves and threatening to drown her. Her knees faltered, and she nearly crumpled to the floor. “Hang in there, Baby. I gotcha,” whispered Amy. Jerran had told her new wife it was going to be hard, but until she stepped through those doors, she couldn’t have imagined how hard. How could she describe what it was like? There weren’t wo...
Coming to Terms
Never did his hands feel this way. Soft, gentle to the touch where she expected a strong, callous rubbing in her palms. His hands represented so much of who he was. A brash, cavalier type of gentleman. She loved him for it. For it was this brashness that brought him into her life. Yet it was thiwww.onedoor.ccs brashness that pushed him out of it too.She remembered seeing him for the first time. It was dark out, past dinner but not past midnight. Cool air and traces of mist flirted amongst the streetlights and the damp asphalt let off a long day's exhaust. She walked along the street with her girlfriend. Th...
The Little Things
Whrrrrrrr.The machine moaned as it compiled my cash to spit it out. It made a click as it stopped, then the little door slid open. I reached in to grab my money.Thumbing through it, I counted, just to make sure it was correct. My dad always taught me to do this, as he claimed he had been ripped off before. Five hundred I thought. Perfect, it was just enough to cover the rest of rent for the month. I had dropped off another five hundred dollars last week, and three hundred fifty the week before, but I had to stay on top of things every paycheck to make sure I could cover rent in the full amount...
Warm House, Cold hearts
Now It was once a fine room, however narrow it was. The blue-painted walls were decorated with frames of smiling faces, medals of achievements hanged like glinting golds next to a large grinning poster of a handsome young man with black spiked hair. The window that was once a hole to the outside world was now filled with rows of rusty ironed bars. The girl stared lazily at the window gazing at the sliver of snow on the stool. It looked like the inside of Mr. Tommy, her teddy friend. It made her mouth dry, so she swallowed. She leaned weakly on her door ignoring the distant rumble of voices out...