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The Lovebirds
“It can be anything. Anything!”“No.”“Chicken.”“There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect the way you are.”“Oh, come on. You can’t give me one simple–”“Hey! Get back here.”“Just one thing, just whatever. Some little thing. I want to know!”“So you mean, a performance evaluation.”“It could be my performance. It could be my looks. Has to be something I can change, is all. Preferably without surgery. Something that just kinda bugs you.”“And then it'll be my turn, I presume.”“No, we don’t have to.”“Oh, really? Hardly seems fair.”“I like to work on myself, is all. Better myself.”“People don't ch...
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TW: Suicidal tendencies, violence, medications, affairsFor years they kept me alive. Not happy, but stable. I made few friends and kept to myself. I hadn’t spoken since the incident. I refused to speak or show what had happened, for nobody would believe me. I had nothing to say, so I stayed quiet. A select few were allowed around me, but I was so drugged I could barely focus on them. I was losing hope. This institution had held me for six years now. It was coming back. My medications were slowly decreased, thanks to my psychiatrist. He thought he could keep me alive. They all did. My sheets we...
A Chance Encounter
MelanieA grey day in a dreary northern city. The streets are crowded with shoppers, their heads bowed to the perpetual rain. If only the sun would shine a little, then maybe their spines would unfurl and their faces lift to the grandeur bequeathed them by the city fathers in long gone prosperity. Instead the grey faces rise no higher than street level, to shiny shop windows promising Christmas bargains. A slim figure is picking her way through the crowds. Like the flocks around her, she wears a coat, jeans, dark boots, but a discerning eye can see that her clothing is of a different quality, t...
The final rush
Weilyn packed two bottles of vodka into his woven backpack. He stood up and fixed his skirt and took a good look at his makeup in the mirror. He took out a sheer lipgloss and spread the product all over his lips. Meanwhile I was finishing my dazzling eyeliner, packed with all sorts of glitter and shimmering sequins. “Aine. please don’t tell me your going out to Jeila’s party looking like that.” He scoffed as he looked me up and down, processing my blue denim trousers and white top embroidered with text. He sighed and strutted in his two inch heels to his walk in closet and handed me a dress.I ...