We Come Here To Die_The blank notebook_Am I A Pyscho?_Obligations
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We Come Here To Die
My hands vibrate as I grasp the cable. The water ripples below me. Even though the cliff I’m standing on is only 20 feet high, it feels like a mile. A part of me isn’t scared. I know I’m going to injure myself today. Every single person I’ve talked to that’s been to Vernon’s Waterworks has the scars to prove it. Broken bones, dislocations, burn marks, fractures, sprains, concussions. If I make it out with a pair of broken glasses, that’ll be a victory. “Come on, you little bitch!” “Fucking pussy! Jump already!” I pay no attention to the crowd of drunken teenagers gathered around the edge of th...
The blank notebook
Kathy woke up when the sunlight from the hospital window fell on her face; she had to squint her eyes to look out the window from where the mid afternoon light was coming. Her eyes fell upon the clock on the wall in front of her, it was striking 13、 She got herself up to sit up straight, she touched the dressing wrapped around her head and felt her aching arms and legs, just then a nurse entered the room and startled her and said, "Finally" and went outside in a rush. She saw the nurse go out, when the door closed behind her; Kathy was just wondering why her head was so weirdly blank, why she ...
Am I A Pyscho?
It is the type of coldness that reaches into my bones, as if my heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do is keep moving, keep heading toward home if I only remembered. The sky is a rolling blanket of cloud, the color of wet ash, and the ground its dank reflection. Each step becomes a prayer for someplace safe as I walk, seeing the light from a faraway doorway in my flickering daydreams, letting it become more real than the stormy night.My vision clouded andwww.onedoor.cc dull, as if a gray film had been dropped over my eyes. As I stared at the weath...
Obligations
The side balcony looked drenched from the previous day's snow. The hall was whitewashed and the walls slightly vitiated, but Anthony couldn't condemn the decent apartment his seven-month earning could fetch. "You see, my husband was really strict about keeping the apartment clean", the landlady bragged about the apartment which was gifted from her husband who served in the Canadian Army. Homie leaned to his leg and cocked his head to the right. 'Somebody is enjoying the show', Anthony thought to himself. Settling the landlady, Anthony collapsed onto the couch while Homie wagged his tail, infor...