A Change that Changed Everything that was to be Changed_Un/reality_Bad Blood_Ghost in West Berlin
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A Change that Changed Everything that was to be Changed
You sit down to eat dinner. Your pet dog by your side and a video-conference with your family ready to take place soon, you feel that this day can never get better. After all, this is one of the last days you spend here in this country. Your business is slow and you decide to go back home.You take a bite of the food, the food that you relish and serve to your customers with pride, or rather, SERVED.Within a minute, you start to mindlessly eat your food and your mind wanders off. It starts to go to your hometown, the place where you started your journey.It wanders to your school, down the memor...
Un/reality
The day the world’s defining lines disintegrated turned out to be a Tuesday. Eva was late for work, but she didn’t care. She felt confident it would work out, and she was never wrong, so she took her time walking there, letting sweat trickle down her back and bead her hairline as she absorbed the warmth of the morning. A light breeze made her shiver. It was a good feeling. Craving something else cold, she popped into her favorite coffee shop to grab a drink. The line was long, which gave Eva a welcome excuse to get lost in her thoughts. She let her mind wander over her living room (which need...
Bad Blood
Bad Blood—George DavisLulu Belle Dow and I have been going together for two years. Our relationship could be, what some call, incendiary. We have ups and downs; mostly downs. I admit, most of the time I am at fault. I am, as was my father, and grandfather before him, a home-body. Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Courtney Halverson, of the Long Island Halversons. I am the sixth generation of this, shall we say, elite family. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was born with a gold spoon in my mouth. Perhaps I am a bit of a snob, but Lulu is snobbier than I...
Ghost in West Berlin
West Berlin, 1982 The roulette wheel spun with a dizzying rapidity as the ball clicked and clacked between the blurred numbers of red and black. As wheel slowed, it was clear to see that the ball had landed on 56 black. It was a solid win for, Louis Weber, the portly man in the tux on the other end of the table, with his blonde left arm, Mila, and his brunette right arm, Sophia. He gave a low and drunken laugh that the two ladies followed with bubbly giggles. Louis’ gut crested the table, almost busting a button, as leaned in to gather his small mountain chips. That’swww.onedoor.cc what happened ...