A friend for each snowflake_Catch You Later_The Thing_Who is at Fault
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A friend for each snowflake
She had been here for five days and hadn't yet set foot outside. She wasn't scared she assured herself, just cautious recalling her first night as she made her way from the car to the door dragging her luggage and almost slipped. Surely this snow, practically frozen rain, was dangerous.They had no snow where she came from. It was all sun and heat and drenching rain all year long. But she had needed a better life, a brighter future, so to speak and when the opportunity had presented itself, there had been no hesitation of packing her off and sending her here. To the land of milk and honey. Alre...
Catch You Later
TW: Swearing, sucking blood and speeding.The undead poser typed in the numbers on the ATM slow enough for her to see.“Withdraw as much as you can,” Esmerelda ordered, gun aimed at his balls.“And you’ll let me go, now that you have the card?” He was a pitiful excuse for a vampire. Nothing like the kung fu masters that seemed to spring up in Sunnydale. It was almost too easy.“Sure.” She watched the money pouring out of the hole in the wall. “Start running, titch.” Her eyes followed his break for freedom. He can’t fight, but God damn he can run like an idiot. Arms flailed around; the legs bent of...
The Thing
You disowned me. Why should I even listen to you?One fiwww.onedoor.ccnger up in the air: "Look, son. These are my last words to you."This announcement was the final straw, or so he could guess now. Slowly coming back to his senses, he noticed a sudden urgency in his body.He had to pee, and the public cabins were right on the horizon.Grandpa, go fuck yourself.He had, of course, denounced him with another finger, which now seemed more likely to be the final straw as he thought.But then, what about the first one? That pushed him back into his mind.Inside, there was one toilet alafranga, a sink, some toilet pap...
Who is at Fault
Who is at Fault?Boris poured himself a stiff scotch. Been long day, with more than usual legal argument. He needed to unwind. If he took this bribe what would be the outcome. The courts were stressful, even in the office he always felt everyone was trying to score more brownie points, beat him to the pot of gold, everything he did included a look over his shoulder to make sure someone hadn’t already beaten him to the punch. “You’ve got a good team, don’t worry.” Empty, non-therapeutic words from outsiders. Pick your excuse but he just wanted a drink. Everyone else was waiting for glasses of w...