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About ramen and a bitter-sweet dessert
It’s hot. The fresh noodles and their spicy flavour are filling my mouth. A thin film of sweat covers my forehead. With closed eyes I carefully chew and swallow. A familiar warmth instantly spreads through my throat and stomach. I smile and open my eyes.‘So, Ela, what do you think?’I look down at the steaming bowl of ramen. After a few seconds I lift myhead. Merely 5 inches separates Luigi’s face from mine. He has bent over thecounter. His former white apron is sprinkled with dark stains after a long dayof cooking and serving bowls. The heat and steam have brought some colour uphis cheeks and ...
Ascend
They don't know about the things we doThey don't know about the "I love yous"But I bet you if they only knewThey would just be jealous of us,They don't know about the up all nightsThey don't know I've waited all my lifeJust to find a love that feels this right-The song of one direction continued to play, the phone vibrating against the brown bedside table. An old victorian lamp flickering, and small ten-kilo weight ring sat next to the phone. Beside the table is a large green dresser, doors opened and clothes were thrown over the shelves. A clear window showing the sun slowly rising. Next to i...
The Missing Son
Trigger warning: blood, self-harm, violence, slight sexual contentCrimson blood webbed out like tree roots down the porcelain sink. Lydia observed the blood with cool detachment as it dripped from her left wrist, which was slit by the pen knife clutched in her right hand. The blood evaporated within seconds, and she barely felt the pain. It was nothing in comparison to the ache from the absence of her fifteen year old son Nathan.Lydia gazed into the mirror of the tiny washroom. Her grey eyes, underlined with wrinkles, were vacant with exhaustion and there was a sickly yellow undertone to her c...
Robbery at the Annal Christmas Party
It was the annual work holiday party, and everyone was in high spirits. Maria, a young woman in her mid-20s with long, dark hair www.onedoor.ccand brown eyes, was enjoying the festivities with her coworkers. She was slender and athletic, with a quick and decisive manner. As an administrative assistant at the company, she was known for her intelligence and resourcefulness. The office had rented out a fancy event space, complete with twinkling lights, festive decorations, and a spacious dance floor. A lavish buffet spread was set up on one side of the room, with an array of savory appetizers and decadent dess...