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I Won't Tell If You Won't
“Hey.”“Hi!”“…So…Lisa…”“Yes?”“Would you wanna--"“Yeah?”“Maybe--"“Uh huh!”“I don’t know--"“Sure.”“Stop that!”“…”“Do you wanna go out?”“YES!”—————“Woah.”“What?”“You look—I mean…you are….you’re beautiful, Lisa.”“O-oh! Thank you…Jack.”“…”“Do you wanna hold my hand?”“Please.”“…”“Is this okay?”“Yeah! Of course, you asked first anyways…haha.”“Right. That wwww.onedoor.ccas kinda silly.”“No need to be nervous, Jackson. You’re with the 3 year running St. Gertrude wrestling champ, remember?”“Ha! Of course, how could I be so silly, no need to worry with you around.”“Your Most Fearsome Protector.”“I am not calling you th...
Rising Without The Chains
Rising Without The Chains Written by: Julie Bartlein (mask unveiled) Choose ME for I AM “Shame brought me here,” I whisper, inaudible to human ears. I see the hoarder mess within these confined walls. This lift is closing. The basement is cold, but I see the elevator and its reflective metallic wonder calling my name. “No, child, I brought you here.” “Papa? Why can’t I see you?” “Daughter, you will see me when you are ready. I have always been here.” “These chains are pulling me in the shadows, Papa. They are heavy. I am weary. And yet leery of letting their weight fall. If the load drops, I w...
Skeleton Games
“Olivia . . . . Olivia,” came the insistent voice from somewhere overhead followed by a tap, tap, tap. “Wake up will you!” the voice pleaded.“W-who's there?” I mumbled my brain foggy from a deep dreamless slumber.“Why it’s your new best friend, Minnie.”“Minnie, I don’t know anybody named Minnie,” I said as I rubbed my eyes. My limbs felt stiff and numb. I shook them out and stretched. “Where am I? Why is it so dark?” I called.“Just follow my voice. I’m right here. Come on, come on up here.”As the blackness faded there stood before me a translucent figure. She was young, my age, and wearing th...
Whiskey, bollocks and the aftermath
Thanksgiving week is the only time of the year when an international student catches a break in a foreign university. The vacation is perfectly positioned between the last day of classes and final exams and spans ten days. Auburn University is no exception to this, offering the students a week and a half of winter solace. A red-haired, nineteen-year-old Indian woman was sitting on the roadside snuggled in a zebra-print blanket. She was struggling to keep the cigarette in her hand lit long enough so she could use it to light another without having to use a lighter. It was so cold that taking y...