Good Boy_Same Old Story_Map that leads to You._Altered Perception
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Good Boy
Just a little longer. My chin on the couch. I’m so tired. Everything hurt. When He touched my face it felt better. He brushed the hair from my eyes. Raising my head a little I licked His hand. It smelled like the BEACH. We used to go there together. My head would be out the window, and I could smell the whole world. At the BEACH, He would open the door and let me run. I ran and ran. My paws felt light. He threw the ball for me, over and over. I would bring it back, it was salty. And He would throw it again. He would sit on His blanket, call me His Good Boy. Then give me some of His sandwich. W...
Same Old Story
“Are you going to submit your manuscript?”“Yeah! Of course!” Jenna reassured Rebecca for the tenth time this month. It seemed silly for Rebecca to repeatedly ask the question, but supposedly Jenna had the same devotion to writing as she did. It seemed odd that her passionate and action-oriented friend would commit to something and not do it. Considering her pattern, though, the pit in Rebecca’s belly gave her little room for comfort.“In order to win the Brave Writers Scholarship,” Rebecca reminded her friend, “you have to submit a completed manuscript before the 31st.”Jenna waved her hand whil...
Map that leads to You.
Part One.You run, worried about what was behind you, and worried about what is in front of you.You scramble down the staircase, the suitcase bumping the railing and the stairs.The screech of tires, the hum of traffic is dull, over the thoughts going on in your head as you flag down a taxi, and get in mechanically. “___Station, Go fast,” you tell the driver, shoving the case beside you in the backseat. He nods and speeds up.The town you were so in love with, buzzes past as the car weaves through the lanes, trying to avoid the traffic from the main roads. The Variant Café’s blinking sign flashes...
Altered Perception
Singleton Monroe had to suck in his stomach as he crept between the crates haphazardly packed into the Butcher's storage unit. Man, he thought sardonically. I need to lose some weight. However, as Monroe continued to squeeze through the metal crates and boxes, he began to give the thought some real consideration. His coat continuously caught on the pointed corners of the packages he tried to pass. Absent-mindedly, he gripped onto a box for stabilization. As his hand slid away, the sharp www.onedoor.ccedges of the crate tore into his glove, exposing his flesh. Monroe's partner, Jacob Hansley, had a much eas...