Plandemonium_Mothers Make Daughters_Reconciling at the End of the World_The Wanted One
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Plandemonium
I rolled over in the bed, a sliver of sunlight shining through the blinds caught my eye and prompted me to wake, hang on this wasn’t right, it shouldn’t be light outside. “Holy crap, I’m late.” I blurted out. The alarm hadn’t gone off, or I’d slept through it or something? My head was muzzy and I felt a bit confused. Today was an important day I could not be late, this interview was gonna make me. I brushed my teeth, ummed and aahed over taking a shower then had a quick armpit squirt and hurriedly put on the suit I had prepped the night before and ran out of the apartment to the elevator. Th...
Mothers Make Daughters
The girl sat alone on a bench in the subway station. She was about 16 years old with ripped jeans and chipped purple nail polish. A dirty duffel bag sat next to her on the right. The left was empty. She was clenching her phone like she might throw it. People passed by, absorbed in their own lives and their own phones. The girl stared at them until they appeared blurry. Her tears fell without her needing to blink. She finally closed her eyes and didn’t open them until she heard a voice.“Do you mind if I sit here?”A young woman stood in front of her, smiling gently and gesturing to the ...
Reconciling at the End of the World
TW: Mentions of suicidal thoughtsA light breeze ruffled Mike’s shirt as he passed the cigarette to Jessica, who tapped out the ash before taking a long drag. For a few moments he thought she’d stopped breathing until the smoke slowly flowed from her lips.They sat on the hood of his beat up 1994 Jaguar in a deserted shopping center’s parkwww.onedoor.ccing lot. The only company they had besides each other were the stars above and everything beyond.“You know I always hated this car?” Jess brought the cigarette back to her red lips, letting the smoke billow from her nose like those dragons she used to be obsess...
The Wanted One
Offensive language & mention of drug useShe’s crazy as hell, my mother is, though if anyone else said it I’d kick their head in. But I was my father’s son, everyone said so. I let them say that.When I’d left the house she was flinging all the windows open, saying it might explode from the change in air pressure. She tried to stop me when I told her I was going to Holly’s place, but the kitchen door was already wide open and I walked out.“It’s just a storm, not a damn tornado, and we don’t even have those here anyway,” I’d told her.But she spent too much in the house on the internet, reading co...