A Night in the Mall_Power in the Blood_I KNOW WHO YOU PRETEND I AM_Das Gift
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A Night in the Mall
Hey, what’s this huge ad?Westgate, a new mall in the Western suburbs. Thousands of square meters of shopping. Whatever you need is here! Come and see for yourself. Opening day specials! Bring the kids; our clowns will entertain them while you shop! We’re open from 10 till 10 – choose your time!Oh man, this is for me. I never shop. I am a work-at-home engineer and no clients ever call in to see me, so I don’t dress for the city, so to speak. There are times when I walk past the computer on the way to the shower wearing socks and a pair of holey underpants and stop to do a calculation. The comp...
Power in the Blood
In the glow of the lamplight, I looked at the face my dying wife, and was afraid. No, I thought, she’s not dying. She’s healed. We’ve asked God towww.onedoor.cc heal her, and all we have to do now is believe that God’s done it. She’s not dying. She’s healed. She IS healed! Even as I forced these affirmations to play on repeat in my mind, the doubt continued to creep in. She certainly didn’t look healed. The cancer had eaten her away. Unconscious on our bed, Sarah looked hollow; her body hung loosely around her withered soul like a doll with all the stuffing removed. She was only 33、 This wasn’t rig...
I KNOW WHO YOU PRETEND I AM
Trigger Warning: The following work contains mentions of substance abuse and suicide. I KNOW WHO YOU PRETEND I AM BY: SOPHIA MARIE JOSEPH————————————————————————OCTOBER 27, 1952The plumes of smoke rose from the Marlboro cigarette in the blonde woman’s hand. She took a drag of the cigarette as she shut her eyes, savoring this moment. She exhaled, letting the smell of the carcinogen fill the air. She leaned back onto the putrid green sofa. In all honesty, she hated this room. She hated this house, this neighborhood—this constricting life of suburban conformity, of afternoons spent tending to h...
Das Gift
Friday, 7 May, 2021Behind tightly clenched eyelids, Bastian Schulz summoned a painful vision of ash blonde and sapphire blue, pert, cheeky and gorgeous, beneath a white woollen cap. Their last winter, a mere memory now. And there would never be another. He dared not open his eyes, for he knew his tears, already hotly prickling, would flow down his face and betray him.A sudden explosion of breaking crockery shook his resolve. He blinked as everything swam into focus. Another crash, as a teacup shattered, hurled with considerable force to the quarry tiled floor. To his right, the betrothed coupl...