A Broken Past_The Katapies Experiment; Part 3_Barely a Believer_Windows can crack and break
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A Broken Past
I grabbed Sadie’s leash out of my closet and tossed it on my bed. I put my lion fish necklace my best friend gave me two years ago around my neck. Rummaging through the little clothes I had left, and tossing them into my teal blue gym bag and grabbed the shoebox from inside a dresser drawer. Inside, I grabbed my TX-22 and loaded it. I placed the gun in the inner pocket of my worm out jean jacket. I looked out the window to see once my favorite things, now a pile of ash. Hank, my stepdad, came into the picture when I was eight years old and in a hot minute my whole world got turned upside dow...
The Katapies Experiment; Part 3
Leuko I was up at the crack of dawn, putting on the beige clothes one of our servants had left in my closet and running downstairs. Auris, a kitchen servant I had grown quite fond of, handed me a pastry and a flask of tea. I ate while running to the graveyard, tripping over the long pant sleeves in the bland beige uniform participants had to wear. I stood next to Mom’s grave and concentrated. Barely a second later, a pale, vague figure shrouded in mist was standing next to me. “Mom.” I breathed out in relief and sat down on a nearby bench. “Leuko. The Contest’s today, right? Are ...
Barely a Believer
TW- Assault, Psychiatric instability"Hey, are you there God, it's me"I sat on my bedroom floor, whispering to myself, or God, if there is one. The rough rug scratching my shins makes me squirm uncomfortably, but I stay in the same position. What am I doing-there can't be a god, even if there is why should I care about it or it care about any of us?"I don't do this, I don't know why I should be; I guess this is a last resort. I don't know if I believe in you or what people think you are, but I need to stay here but to do that Iwww.onedoor.cc need proof that there is, some sort of hope- I need a person or a s...
Windows can crack and break
Sometimes were your riding in the passenger seat, up front next to the driver and it’s a long road trip you can fall into a trance like state. Your eyes get tired of watching the traffic so you start looking at the scenery. After the first hour you’ve run out of small talk and the radio needs to be adjusted as you go from one radio stations airwaves to another while going a steady 55 miles an hour. You rest you head against the headrest and try and get into the most comfortable position you can. The road, the car and the front window and side window become your world. The rain has started f...