What Happened to Mason Keating?_Connection Lost, Connection Found_Bad Egg_The Psych Shack
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What Happened to Mason Keating?
A year has passed since the night twenty-three-year-old Mason Keating, older brother to seventeen-year-old Layla Keating, went into the woods owww.onedoor.ccn Halloween and never returned. Search teams canvased the surrounding trees to no avail. Foul play was not expected, and lack of a body has led to many speculations. If anyone has any information, they should contact the Sheriff’s office.Layla shoved the news clipping she had found at the gas station outside of town into her pocket. She now stood in the clearing in those woods where many liked to venture to throw their parties throughout the year, the b...
Connection Lost, Connection Found
Content Warning: Sexual Content: I had been on this new dating site for almost a year without a single date, not even a promising prospect. I had little expectation of finding anyone today either as I logged in and starting scrolling. I had to scroll to the right so much, my hand just seemed to automatically flick the images in that direction, then I saw him. He was gorgeous and his eyes just seemed to speak to me. Yes, I’ll admit it, in that moment I wanted to bear his children. He was that fine! Just as I was about to message him, my wi-fi crashed and I lost all contact. “Oh no, Oh no, ...
Bad Egg
“Why did the checkout lady open up the egg box and stare at our eggs?” my daughter Zoe asked. “What was she looking for?” We had just finished our weekly food shop and were loading the bags into the car.“She was just checking to make sure there were no bad ones,” I replied, shoving the last of the carrier bags into the boot of the Fiat Punto—a car big enough for our little family of two, but which had a lot to answer for in terms of storage space, especially when you added our dog Max into the mix.Zoe fingered the hem of her unicorn hoodie. She’d worn it for six days straight and it was starti...
The Psych Shack
Aislyn and Ella followed a meandering path back to the RV. The glow of whiskey lingered in their bellies making them smile as they counted the bills they’d brought in that day. “It’s too easy,” Ella shouted. Then quieter, “It should be harder. I’d feel bad except I know they leave happier than when they walked in.”Aislyn agreed, “We have to give the people what they want! I wonder if they know they all come looking for the same thing.”“Probably. I don’t know. Maybe not. Everybody’s the star of their own show, after all. They probably don’t even think about it.”The one thing 100% of their cust...