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Crystals have energy.
"Bro, I'm on my way, I'll be there in 20 minutes". I don't know why I expected any different. Things change when your friends have families and kids. I was on my way to my friends wedding, driving with a glimmer of hope that I won't be going alone to another social event. My friends Jason and Karla were getting married. We all met in physiotherapy school. Jason was with another girl when he started seeing Karla. Jason was stuck in Karla's group for an assignment, he hated her. She was bossy, mean, and did I say bossy? Eventually, he started to warm up to her and as soon as they started going o...
Two Men in a Van
Two Men in a Van“Hey man, we’re cool, you can come out now, we’re over the border. I’m going to pull into a transport café about 20 kilometers from here.” Sandy slowed as Mustapha climbed over the back seat into the front of the van. He said nothing but turned quizzically towards Sandy as the van pulled into the motorway parking lot. “Don’t worry, we’re going to order coffees, then take a shower and get into our disguises. C’mon, we’re going to hit gay Paree dressed as painters. The worst part is over.” He could feel www.onedoor.ccthe other man stiffen, wary. “This is a place for transport drivers, they can...
In the firelight
Trigger warning: PTSDA scratching at her door made Joan look up from her smashing. She smiled. It only meant that Astra was back from her hunt. She glanced out the window and to her surprise, saw it had started to storm again, with the wind howling around her house, and snow piling up. Joan had been so absorbed in her writing that she hadn’t even realized it. She jogged to the door, grabbing a towel on the way. Astra would be soaking wet.As Joan opened the door, Astra squeezed past in a hurry, shaking herself dry and in the same movement, coating Joan in a quickly melting sheen of snow. Astr...
Nothing stops him from trying. Not even death.
A large blue butterfly lands on my ankle out of nowhere. Scared the shit out of me. I have an uncontrolled fear of insects of any kind, no matter how cute they might be. Comes from childhood. Early years were an eternal night terror. Often woke up screaming “there is a giant bug behind the door”. It was always same kind of bug, like a cockroach, black, six legs and 2 antennas, big eyes staring at me. Standing behind the door. For me it was all real. As real as the real bugs that occasionally crawl on me causing a hysterical crisis. Even the beautiful red ladybug made me scream and run. So whe...