Failing To Fall Further From The Tree_A Chicken and a Liar_The Butler_The principle of the tithe
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Failing To Fall Further From The Tree
(Content Warning: Violence, Domestic Violence, trauma) “So, are you going to do it or not?” Michael asked me, quivering. “Give me a day to think about it, please,” I replied.“One more day, but then I need an answer. Okay?”“Okay.”That extra day was nothing more than procrastination. I had twww.onedoor.cco make my decision, whether I wanted it or not. Every time I thought about it, I thought about them too. How could they be gone and still stalking my thoughts every day?Now, I am sat here, still undecided. My day is gone. Michael will surely be here at any moment. I will have to tell him something. Allow me ...
A Chicken and a Liar
The girls around her were snickering. It was Jessica’s turn and now they all knew she had a crush on Brent, the dumbest boy in their class. It was embarrassing, but it was the right kind of embarrassment. Jessica blushed lightly but she looked beautiful in her blushing and the six girls all bent closer, now part of her secret.“Ew! Brent? Why? He’s, like, so dumb,” Amber said. The girls laughed and laughed and their hands each dipped into the popcorn bowl one after another.Shelley heard a noise in the kitchen and saw Jessica’s mom leaned back, swigging from something that looked like a liquor ...
The Butler
Butler of this house was once more than just a character I played. This uniform I wear was once more than a costume. There were once parties, social events, a social standard to which we adhered. Now, only one night each year does the bell chime as it once did. Tonight, they will swarm the famously haunted mansion of Hallowed Hill. Tonight, the bell which has rung twice all year will ring many times. And I will answer.The house looks the same to me as always. It is still the grandest, the oldest on the street by decades. The world changes around it, while it attempts to stand stubbornly outsi...
The principle of the tithe
Xania's heart staggered in anxious discomfort as she sealed a tenth of her diminutive earnings into a white envelope. She didn't fancy doing this - not even a little bit - but something within her told her to. You know, that little voice that hardly shuts up unless it gets what it wants. Everyone has that voice. Hers was adamantly urging her to chuck away a considerable chunk of money, ten percent of it to be specific, away into some storage place, to be eventually given away as a tithe offering.Acquisition of this money was not an easy process. Xania labored each weekday as the dreaded telema...