Light Pole Cat_Not Your Stereotypical Hero_PLANET OF THE APPS_One last plan
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Light Pole Cat
“Those birds are so annoying.” The Bombay cat called Andy was intrigued by the wondrous world beyond his borders. When watching TV through the kitchen window, he would swish his tail and cry out in agitation at the sight of the crows, resident strays, or humans lounging on the patio. Supposedly off-limits to amicable house cats, the landscape was tantalizing and evoked questions worthy of further consideration: What are they bickering about? Who are those cats? WHY ARE MY HUMANS FEEDING THEM? What’s it like to pee in those giant litter boxes? Andy vowed to set paw in this foreign locale and fi...
Not Your Stereotypical Hero
cw: foul language, mentions of death“Why?”“I told you. Lilith said—”“No. I want to know why you did it.”“To save them.”“Save who?”“Everyone. If I don’t stop you now, you’ll slaughter everyone in Milwood.”“What the hell are you talking about, Theo?”“You’ll kill them like you killed my family.”“Theo—”“Just stop, or I’ll make this a lot quicker for the both of us and just slit your throat.”“Whatwww.onedoor.cc are you waiting for then?”“What?”“What the hell are you waiting for? Do it. Slit my throat.”“What are you—”“Don’t be a little bitch. Do it.”“Lilith was right. You’re fucking insane.”“Aw, is Lilith your ne...
PLANET OF THE APPS
PLANET OF THE APPSBabu was getting terribly bored. He had been minding the family electronics store since the morning, and except for a handful of customers who had wanted safety covers for their mobile phones, no one had shown any serious interest in buying the newly launched range of Apple and Android devices on display. Looking out at the shoppers thronging the market street ahead, he was hoping that things would soon look up and that he would still sell a few devices by the end of the day. This was primarily a rich textile exporters town, and most people, particularly the younger generat...
One last plan
“I've got a plan.” A chirpy voice said as its owner set their tray down on the lunchroom table.“No”“Nu-uh”“Nope”Three tiered voices responded in near unison. “Come onnnn. This one is way better than the last one. There is no way for us to be caught this time.” Alex, the chirpy voice speaker groused.There was a collective groan from the other three sitting at their table, Zeke being the first to comment with more than pained sounds or one word response with his baritone of a voice, “The last plan ended with each of us in detention and Nelly with a burn on her arm, so ‘Better than the last one’ ...