Moon City Loner_Rest Stop_The Perfectly Imperfect Proposal_The Top 10 Times I Thought About Dying
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Moon City Loner
Why is it so noisy? Well I know why but does it have to be this noisy. Maybe I should go down there, it should be fun, shouldn't it? Zama thought to herself looking up at her white ceiling. Tonight was Moon City's Lovers Festival. The Lovers Festival was an annual event that celebrated well, love. The city was known for its magic statue at the centre of the city where singles could go and wish for love and apparently they found it. Zama didn't believe it- even though thousands had made testimonials about finding love after wishing on the statue. She thought that it was propaganda created to at...
Rest Stop
I awoke to the sounds of my mother cleaning her already spotless home. Once, it was my home, but now I am a guest. My eyes opened. My hand grasped the phone lying on the bedside table. I was startled to see it was after noon. Six hours of sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept that long. Methamphetamine is a wonder for getting through the day, but it’s a bitch at bedtime. Long nights, afraid to close my eyes and see the distorted faces that haunted me each night. Back then, I felt lucky if I could fall into a fitful doze for a few hours. I would wakewww.onedoor.cc feeling tired, but a line or tw...
The Perfectly Imperfect Proposal
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Mr. and Mrs. Vander awoke merrily just as the sun rose from beneath the luminous clouds. Today was proposal day. Not for them, of course. For their beloved son, Theodore - or Theo, as he liked to be called. Elliot had no idea that she was going to be proposed to, and the Vanders had gone bonkers in attempting not to spill anything. But the day had dawned upon them and they couldn’t be happier. Mrs. Vander hugged her husband snugly - a rare action - and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Up up!” she said with a beam warming her face, a...
The Top 10 Times I Thought About Dying
Trigger warning: Suicidal ideation and attempt"Wash me away," I begged the sea.I remember the waves crashing onto me with a force that was mighty enough to wreck ships. Yet I did not struggle. I merely floated on my back as one enjoying a swim in a reflection pool on a mild summer day. I gazed at the thundering skies and wondered what would happen if a bolt of lightning were to strike the water. Would it be enough to kill me? Would it be that bad, dying?I waited for fear to take hold of me; for any remnant of survival instinct to awaken my senses and make me desperate to get out of the water. ...