My miserable road_A Slumber Makes Beautiful..._We all make mistakes_Bloody forest
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My miserable road
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same, she collected herself and knocked humbly at her mother’s door not sure whether they are still living there or they had moved. A little girl came to attend the knock and she told her to come in and wait for her mother whom she said was taking a bath. A portrait that was hanging on the wall showed her that yes it was the correct house but she eagerly waiting to know whether her parents had managed to have other children. For the first time she felt the feeling of wanting her own child. Worly I had ne...
A Slumber Makes Beautiful...
The man gazed at himself in the dilapidated mirror in the rundown motel room. It was only thirty dollars a night, and although the man was well funded by his line of work, the childhood habit of being “money conscious” as his mother would say, still stuck around with him to this day. He caressed a rough calloused hand over his face, still smooth as always, no five o'clock shadow, no acne scars, and stubborn pustules like most people had. No, the man always kept himself clean, it was a ritual of his, before and after every woman he encountered anwww.onedoor.ccd had fun with on his trip across America. He tur...
We all make mistakes
Warning: Murder, suicide, mental health issues.‘Hi Linda, please take a seat. Let me introduce you to Mike Vogel, he is our counsellor from Populus. Mike will be conducting this meeting.’‘Thank you, Paul. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Vogel.’‘Nice to meet you too, Linda. Please, call me Mike. May I call you Linda, or Ms. Johnson?’‘Linda, of course. So, what is the purpose of this meeting?’Paul closed his notebook, pushed himself away from the desk and said ‘Thank you, Linda. I will let Mike explain that, you don’t need me here for this.’As Paul was leaving the glass room, Mike made a tent of his ha...
Bloody forest
Trigger warning Self harm, blood This stupid map is going to get us killed, I thought to myself as I tried to read it through my ski goggles. My hands shook like they were going to fall off the snow and the wind was fighting hard to rip us off the mountain. Fortunately, my parka kept me warm and the gear in my backpack was a good reminder that I can survive this. “We’re lost, Adam. My friend yelled in my ear. “You have to admit that now.” It’s been… I-I don’t know how long it has been, but what I do know is that it's been more than a week." That “tour guide” that gave us the map was nothing...