Paranormal? Laughter... I talk to the dead all the time.. And no one notices._Road to the night show
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Paranormal? Laughter... I talk to the dead all the time.. And no one notices.
Let me be honest. I am disabled. I am missing an eye, a foot, and my mind.My mind, I debate with myself if I am missing or not. But I am assured by the Shrink I was taken to that I am dead. And? He wanted for me to pay him money for my visits.So? I took him some place. How? Shh. I am what I am.Afterwards, instead of visits costing me money. He prescribed pills, and that was that. I did not have to go to his office.What did I show him? I showed him the truth about reality.Scary? Sure, I suppose if you were him. Makes you realize you are in a game called life and someone else might be playing yo...
Road to the night show
It’s well into the morning now, I don’t know what time it is exactly, I don’t really care, summer vacation just started yesterday after all, so it feels like I have forever to do what I want. I live in Culver City, Los Angeles, I lay on my bed playing my guitar as I say this, my name’s Neo by the way. My mom’s a doctor and Dad’s an architect, the guy loves Floyd Wright so much he designed our house to fit a contemporary household theme which “Channels his creativity”. I like our house though; the color schemes and palettes go well with my golden-brown acoustic. I’ve been playing guitar for so ...
Sometimes, It's Better Not to Jump
Content Warning : Suicide My hands shook incessantly as I grabbed the edge of the wide window sill. This was it. This was where it would end. All the pain. All the suffering. All of it. My heart pounded against my chest causing a rush of adrenaline to travel through my body. I stepped onto the window ledge, placing one foot, then another, onto the platform. As I did this, the cool autumn air brushed through my hair, bidding me a final farewell. From outside my apartment room, I heard a loud clambering of footsteps. In the next moment, the door swung wide open, and a figure rushed into my be...
Brave little Seed
“Gramma tell me a story.” Begged Guinna as she fingered the large crystal bowl on the table. The power had gone out and now they sat in the warm glow of a single candle as outside a snowstorm blew snow and ice as though it were confetti. The sky dark grey speckled with tiny white dots as the wind raced them back and from outside the window. “What kind ofwww.onedoor.cc story?” her grandmother asked, she put down her knitting needles and adjusted her glasses. Took a sip off tea and gazed at her small, clearly bored, granddaughter. “I dunno, something special? Not a people story, m...