What Happens in Vegas_Fresh Start_Grim Fisher women_If They Run You Over, Don't Scream
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What Happens in Vegas
Content warning: SwearingMy cat, Oreo, is the best poker partner I've ever had. Hands down—no pun intended. Don't let those old Coolidge paintings fool you; dogs really don't know what the hell they're doing once you sit them on that rickety ladder back chair, and their paws just aren't made for holding the cards steady. Trust me: If you want a reliable means of collusion in a game of Texas hold 'em, British Shorthairs are the way to go.Of course, it also helps that Oreo can talk now.***Last month my boyfriend, Mark, came into the living room while I was watching TV. He didn't sit, which was t...
Fresh Start
(Just so you know, this story has some terms from my Yoruba culture.)Brown, viscous water splashed on my face. My eyes dared to open in the sight of that seething ocean, making fitful creeps up its white, porcelain prison. Not even the plastic bristles of my brush could squelch its spirit, and my sinuses continued to strain from its fumes. What the hell, Dad? I thought. It’s Halloween. . . I could still hear the pops of my soaked feet as I rumbled down the stairs. There I stood, clad in dark blue vests, a goblin mask, and a hoodie, flaunting my invite to David’s Halloween Party. "Have fun,” ...
Grim Fisher women
Dumisani khumalo Creeps come out at night.Goose bumps in the morning. Drifters in the morning silvery sunlight on Lake Kariba,came up as Peggy spread the net out on the water and Elaine pried out the canoe into it's waters . Peggy and Elaine tossed their feet in the early morning frost,a greyish slumbering spirit making them move back and forth to the water gurgles. Hyacinth green ,sallowing grey algae webs ,clung and caught to them jealously ,making their endeavour by the shore a torrid one as the sun rose in russet red evolving to an orange tinge ,and losing it like a softening angry face ...
If They Run You Over, Don't Scream
Today is my birthday, but I'm wearing a Halloween costume. It’s my first time as the bait.“Remember what we talked about, Kayla, dear,” Mum says, hugging me tight. “If they run you over, don’t scream.”Next to her, Dad nods. “Don’t make a sound. It’ll ruin the surprise, and more of ‘em will come. They’ll take you away. Do you want that to happen?”I sniff and shake my head, releasing a captive breath that plumes through the night air. Goosebumps pepper my bare arms. I can’t tell if they’re from cold or fear. We let silence wash over us aswww.onedoor.cc the townsfolk do their work. Illuminated by pools of moon...