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Stick to the Plan
I dunno if I should be telling you all this. Ma warned me if I go blabbing to folks like you, then others in these parts may say I've lost my marbles or some-such-thing. “Remember what happened to Billy Sanders,” she had said, then whispered, “God hates a sinner.” I promised to keep my mouth shut, and I did, but when I was awoken this morning from a fitful sleep by a flock of loud, squawking cockatoos perched outside my window, I knew I needed to reveal all. I’ll be quick. The doctor, the one with the crew cut and clipboard, will make his rounds soon and who knows what may happen then. So here...
MIXTAPE
TW // HomophobiaSounds from the street came in through the rolled down window, his black curls blowing in the wind. Jamie had open it so that the cigarette smoke would not flood the interior of the vehicle, but www.onedoor.ccit bothered him that the car horns and the murmur of the people outside wouldn’t let him properly hear the music coming from the speakers. His radio was so old that it could only play tapes. Finally, he decided to throw away the half-smoked cigarette and roll up the window. Music over vice.A reunion with former high school classmates. It seemed like a plan straight out of an American mo...
Midnight Special
In her head, in the last hours of 1994, Morgan had been exactly the person she is tonight. The bar is crowded and loud. A live band is playing the most popular, upbeat songs of the fading year from a tiny stage, and tipsy revelers sway and sing along with the familiar lyrics. They are wearing an array of flashing headgear and plastic jewelry announcing the new year. “2000” they glitter, a new millenium.Morgan tips her head back, staring up into the warm darkness of the ceiling lost in shadows. She is only on her second drink, but she feels like she is glowing and spinning a little - like she i...
Tea teaser
To tea or not to tea. That is the question. Or rather, to spill the latest gossip I had learnt over a cup of tea, knowing full well I had been explicitly warned not to do so. But it was such a juicy bit of news.. I had always been terrible at keeping a secret. You would have thought my friends would have caught on by now but I was adept at playing the innocent so I had always managed to get away with spilling the beans in the past. Nobody had ever suspected it was me. Now I stood in front of my kitchen bench top, the kettle gently whistling as I contemplated what sort of tea would be appropria...