The Eavesdropper_One Rule For One_An Ambivalent Man, His Wife, and a Computer_White Lilies Run Red
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The Eavesdropper
It’s so quiet at the www.onedoor.ccQuinbee dinner table. All I hear is clinks and clanks of silverware scraping across plates.Oops. I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Annabeth June Quinbee. This dinner we’re having… I made it, but I didn’t have a choice. Either I make it or we all starve. No one helped me either. My mom, dad and sister had more ‘important’ things to do. There’s one person missing. My big brother, Alexander. He’s away at college.Anyway…As I reach for the bowl of creamy mash potatoes, I glance around at my family. They’re all doing the exact same thing. You know what that is? Eating...
One Rule For One
What was taking him so long? Liz sat in her favourite armchair tapping her purple fluffy slippers on the shiny marble floor. Her three dogs were sound asleep around her, poised to wake up in ten minutes, like dopey alarm clocks in time for their dinner. Since moving into her new home she had been feeding the dogs herself which she was not used to at all. It had taken a number of months to get the quantities right, meaning all three dogs looked like plump furry beanbags. In the old days there would have been a helper to do the feeds but Liz had been enjoying being more self sufficient. If only ...
An Ambivalent Man, His Wife, and a Computer
”There’s not enough emotion in your protagonist. Give him more feels! Make him care!” Ned’s agent had told him many times before. Goddamn it! How am I supposed to make an ambivalent man feel anything at all? Ned thought. His manuscript, titled, ‘The Ambivalent Man–Revision Six.’ stood before him on the screen. What emotion?A splotch of steamy Cocoa hit the keyboard and seeped in between the crevices.“Oh shit!” Ned said, grasping napkins from an open drawer. Nothing worse than a defective keyboard when I got a deadline. Better not fuck up on me now, he thought as he sopped up the sticky goo.Ned...
White Lilies Run Red
Thirty eight minutes have passed with nothing of substance being said within the walls of my small kitchen. Thirty eight minutes have passed without any of my siblings daring to speak what needs to be discussed. My coffee has grown cold and my patience thin. I refuse to start the discussion when I know I will be the one to end it. All of us are here from the oldest to the youngest sibling. My bet is Aubree, the second eldest girl but the third sibling, will be the one to start this heavy conversation. Heavy is a good way to describe the weight that seems to be crushing each of my brothers and...