Morning Coffee_Death and a Holiday_Spaz Talk over a cup of Tea_Down to One
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Morning Coffee
When I woke up that morning, I already wanted to die. I kwww.onedoor.ccnew I needed to do something for myself. I had to wait at the train platform, hot and crowded, a steer amongst the crowd waiting for my turn on the conveyer belt. I could have jumped in front of the subway. Maybe I should have. When crammed into the train car, my face smashed against another man's elbow, I decided I needed something. Something just for me. I went to the coffee shop. No crime in that. Sure, I might be a few minutes late to work and probably get caught in the morning rush, but what's the harm? None. Until I saw my coworker...
Death and a Holiday
(Content Warning: death, mentions of death, strong language, and dark humor)It went against every fiber of his being (if you could call him a being that is), but GR really liked malls. He liked how wastefully bright the lights were, illuminating even the corners that no one could possibly get to. He liked the edge in people’s voices as they shopped for their holiday gifts, barely holding back the scorn as they addressed their families. He liked the loud, unnecessarily noises from random, inanimate, children’s toys that blared inane instructions at a moment's notice - one particular toy startli...
Spaz Talk over a cup of Tea
"There you go Spaz," said Cindy. "You can tell me about your adventure while we have a cup of tea." That'll be fine." said Spaz.Spaz started telling her story. I crawled carefully up the bank with my rifle and grenades, There was a dog in the courtyard it was barking as it sensed I got nearer. I remember the Sargeant saying "don't let anything get in your way, you must rescue the Journalist." "He has some vital information to stop this War." Seek and Destroy, if need be. Spaz had been trained by the Elite Forces for all sorts of missions, she had been trained for even the roughest of Jobs. The...
Down to One
“Are you there God? It’s me, God.”“Which one?”“What do you mean which one?” “That’s rather arrogant of you. There are 33 million Hindu gods, 28 Buddhas, and 12 Olympians. For all I know, you could be a talking totem pole. So don’t be a primadonna. Just narrow it down for me. Which god are you?”“C’mon. I’m pretty sure you are still omniscient, even for a burning bush. You definitely know who this is.”“Male or female?”“Clearly, I’m a male.”“You’re wearing a dress . . .”“I’m wearing a robe, not a dress. And what outdated gender norms are you referring to? I’ll remind you that you created both mal...