Redemption_The Home Wrecker_Terror(ists) in Godsland_Jesus Lies
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Redemption
Emily gently placed her foot on the brake pedal as she approached the red light. She made sure she was completely stopped before she got too close to the white line. Emily, impatient as usual, started tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. “La, la, la...” she looked around boredly. Across the street a man struggled to lift his bag of flour into the trunk of his car. Another man, whom Emily presumed to be homeless, walked across the parking lot with his single backpack on his back. He went over to the first man’s car and grabbed the other corner of the bag. Working together, they heaved t...
The Home Wrecker
The college was started back in the day when educational opportunities for women were limited. It had grown over almost a century into a venerable institution with a Gothic style campus dotted with majestic oaks. Several buildings on campus were named after Ellie’s wealthy family who were prominent donors. Ellie was a large, short-sighted girl who wore this inheritance awkwardly. She was self-conscious about her weight, not particularly academically gifted, her innate kindness hidden under shyness. Lily and I were scholarship girls. My family were blue-collar, and I was the first to go to coll...
Terror(ists) in Godsland
Content warning: SwearingGod de Pleasure has a gold-plated copper heart.The crowd, however, applauded his entrance to the stage. It was a congregation of deities– both major and minor– all packed into an amalgamation of bragging and www.onedoor.ccself-righteous pricks. This was a once-a-year event to celebrate Gods with outstanding performance, or merely just “best dressed.” Depends on how shit of a year it was.Pleasure bounced along on the stage barefooted to receive his long awaited “Best Spirited” trophy. Not the greatest awards one can get, but also not the worst. God de Defecation (Yes, defecation)...
Jesus Lies
“Those shoes look a little big for you. Do you know your size? I can help you find a better fit.”The young boy’s face brightened with a glow of humor. “These aren’t for me,” he said with a half-smile. “They’re for my grandpa.” The cashier softened and smiled, pleasantly surprised by this dutiful and considerate boy. “That’s really nice of you,” he says. “I’m sure your grandpa really appreciates you taking the walk for him. It’s not easy to get around sometimes for grandmas and grandpas. I remember my grandpa had a hard time doing his shopping, too…” The cashier caught himself remin...