Not-So-Alone Time_Wrong One_The Abyss Gazes Back_The Interview
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Not-So-Alone Time
"Yes!" I exclaimed, jumping around my room. "I get to stay home alone for a whole week!"I was so excited I didn't realize that my mom had entered the room."Honey, I just wanted to remind you about the rules. Your Dad and I have stocked the fridge full of food, so you won't run out. Try not to eat too many desserts. You can use the computer and the TV whenever you’d like. Try to read some books too, please. Remember, you are not allowed outside. Also, never answer the door. Now, go to bed. I love you.” She said. “I love you too,” I replied. As I brushed my teeth and put on pajamas, I thought a...
Wrong One
Are you there, God it’s me Sy and I just wanted to ask you why? Why must everyone I love the most be taken away from me. Why must my heart yearn for the flaws in others, to heal them knowing they'll leave me one day? Why do I self-sabotage with the ones who wanna love me? Everyone has their purwww.onedoor.ccpose but what is mine? I write to God almost everyday as if he could somehow write back to me. After ripping yet another undone letter in half . I demanded my body to get up and go to the kitchen. Instead of sitting in my own self pity party, I think it's best if I eat something. Woke up late today at 2P...
The Abyss Gazes Back
Of course he was late. I’d been warned. When he finally arrived, he sauntered in, wearing an Italian double breasted deconstructed blazer in flecked wool. It looked luxurious, silk and cashmere with patch pockets. He could have paired the jacket with anything. He chose basketball shorts. The kind you find on the floor at Ross Dress for Less. “Are you Dr. Friedrich?” he asked, pronouncing my name in a German accent. His tone indicated neither an apology nor any amount of curiosity. Youthful decadence, entitled by a raw beauty that would fade.Noticing the mild annoyance in my eyes, he smiled bri...
The Interview
The InterviewThe day had started so well. Enough sleep, new energy, sunshine blazing from a cloudless sky filtering through the still closed curtain. Yes, this is it. I will hack this.Ahead lay my interview with the oil related company. A Personal Assistant post had come up and my application, yes my application amongst 30 others, had been accepted. The invitation to the interview lay on the kitchen table, ready to be put into my bag on the way out. Whether this was a preliminary interview, it did not say. No matter, I was in. Here was my chance. The curtains were parted with gusto. More sun...