Yes! NO! Yes!_Monsters_Locked In_Dementia Catalogue
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Yes! NO! Yes!
“I'm not indecisive! I just don’t know what I want!” Beth’s friends burst out laughing trying to drown their guffaws within the contents of their cocktails. They’d known each other for nearly 20 years, since primary school, so the idea their friend would not tie herself in knots over the smallest decision was borderline science fiction. “Bee, some people are determined and focused and know what they want at every possible turn… and some are not,” smirked Jess, Beth’s bestest and most longest suffering of friends. The other two cocktail buddies nodded along as Beth took it in. “Yeah it’s no...
Monsters
The moon feels cold despite the relative warmth of the night. It bathes our skin in a sickly, blue-gray hue, turning us into the walking dead. Our flashlights dance ahead of us, laughably small guides through the maze of trees. Noises proliferate from every side, and yet they are strange, almost muffled, as though they are coming from behind a wall of glass. It is as if we exist in a bubble of silence where only our own sounds can break the thrum of nothingness.Leaves crunching beneath our feet.Short, sharp exhales as we walk.They are deafening in the blackness of noise.“I think we’re close.”...
Locked In
“Hurry up, the library closes in five minutes” I heard a girl whisper-scream at her friend. They were in the aisle next to www.onedoor.ccmy table, our existences separated by a shelf packed with adventure.“I cant find the perfect romance novel!” the other girl whinedThe first girl groaned, “then maybe if you hadn’t taken forever to get ready you would’ve had more time, you know how the head librarian gets about closing time.”I sighed in satisfaction at the silence that followed, eager to read as much off the pages in my hand as possible.I never got the concept of books in the library that can’t be borrowed ...
Dementia Catalogue
“File B294, met a snobbish girl.” I put the cue card into my red cabinet. I shut one drawer and then it shuddered. The knobs twisted up to show it was locked. I ran my fingers over the spines of my older cards with small mementos of my past, like the time I pulled that guy from fifth grade’s hair, for bullying me. ..my first kiss…my first taste of a sour lemon meringue pie. All of these memories were under A1- 20. I had some issues deciding where to catalogue today’s experiences. “Dex!” a shrill voice shouted.It jeered the senses. I nearly dropped the cards I was reminiscing with. I hurriedly ...