The Loser_Pokhara in Love_Hooked_Even Offline, the Clock Will Keep Ticking
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The Loser
“You wanna do something fun?”I knew what fun meant to Dougie, but I still went along with it. Our shift was over and we would not have to clean up the garage floor until the weekend started. And I was bored.“What do you wanna do?”“You’ll see.”I had just finished my last coffee of the day (no more than three per; my girlfriend was proud of me when I dropped down from five) and we were technically allowed to leave. Most of the other staff was out and we had to close up and check for anyone trying to hang out and maybe even spend the night. Occasionally, we would find a homeless person in there (...
Pokhara in Love
Pokhara in Love“You don’t have to do this,” Cathy said across three locals coming the other way as she dodged around them and a large pothole in the path between the dirty clay-brick buildings. www.onedoor.ccIt had rained hard earlier in the night, so the potholes in the cobbles were filled with murky water, and the smell of sewage was seeping up from below. The potholes, like the city, hid things, and if you were patient, reminded you of the benefits of ignorance.Cathy ran ahead and stood in front of the tea house entrance, blocking Nora’s access, and shaking her head with a painful look on her face. “I j...
Hooked
August was sitting on the waiting shed.She had both ears occupied with headphones, fingers tapping beside her, dancing in a slow staccato along with the thumps of her heart. She didn’t even like the song that much, not really. Not on her very first listen, nor her second, nor the many times that came after it. But August still gave it a chance just in case, because she wasn’t the one who gave up so easy. And because it was one of Rachel’s favorite songs.Rachel.Where are you, Rachel?August looked down at her crossed feet. The song was beginning to tire her, though she supposed it was better tha...
Even Offline, the Clock Will Keep Ticking
Tick, tock, tick, tockTime keeps flying by, and I get no messages. It’s funny that people always promise things and never seem to deliver. Ever since I got home from camp, barely anyone has even tried to reach out to me, and I always have to reach out to them. It’s hard to admit, but it honestly bothers me how I have to initiate those conversations. If I do decide to wait for the other person, nothing ever comes. Then, there are just some people who never even respond in the first place. For example, Kieran told me that we’d keep in touch because we’re friends. When he did tell me that, I hone...