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Dissociate *Trigger Warning*
That's not me. The person with contorted legs barely visible by the now deflated air bwww.onedoor.ccags. That's not me. The person whose head hit against the passenger window leaving a circular crack in the glass of the passenger door like a red spider web. That's not me. The limp frame that can not move. That's not me!The person slumped over the steering wheel, blood coated on olive skin like a new crimson overcoat. That' s not you. Moments ago when you were driving and we were singing. Before, when we had the radio blasting, vogueing to Top 40. Moments ago we were still on the road, not pushed into the gu...
Prank Wars
AdalynI ram the screwdriver into the panel to open it. Dust falls out and I cough. “My jobs Fantastic” I muttered sarcastically to myself. Being a mechanic aboard a ship sucks, but it does have some perks. Like the money I earn, and the great view of space outside. Yea, you read that right.I am in freaking outer space! I chuckle and put the screwdriver away before It could float away. My hair is always a crazy mess, so I don’t even bother it when it flies up. I grab a scrunchy from my wrist and I put my reddish-brownish hair into a messy bun. I grab a handle and float down, floating out of the...
Showers
ShowersIAlexandru “Sonny” Walton hurtled through a wormhole, feeling as if every molecule was being twisted into a pretzel while the nuclei of his cells rode the endoplasmic reticulum like a roller coaster. He was extremely nauseated when he was dumped unceremoniously onto the ground of what might have been the most unappealing world in the galaxy, if not the entire Universe. Thick, crimson clouds roiled violently in the sky. The ground was covered with dry, red dirt, and Sonny could hardly breathe in the scorching heat. “I think I’m gonna yak,” Sonny muttered as he forced himself to his feet....
Baby Blue
I’d seen the signs of the snow storm coming home from work earlier that day. I’d grabbed a burger and fries at McDonalds and headed home. Something told me I should park my truck on the side of the street in front of my house just in case the storm got worse. I’d been listening to the radio on the drive home and the news said it was going to be a doozy. I’t had been a busy week. I‘d been living on fast food, too tired to shop after a full day of work. There was no food in the refrigerator and I didn‘t know if any stores were still open. I was afraid I wouldn‘t have enough supplies to last out ...