Losing the Race_That Unforgettable Piece of History_It's A Coverup_The Light
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Losing the Race
Have you ever been wrong about something but you were so convinced you were right so now you have to prove you were right in some way even if it takes all that you have in you. That’s what happens sometimes. So as a warning be careful what you say is right so you don’t get yourself in a bad or crazy situation. That’s how I got here, into this dare. It started out as a little friendly conversation… “Who do you think would win if we drag raced?” Lizzy asked speculatively.“Depends on what we’re racing.” Fitz replied.“Ok well what if I raced a Dodge and you raced how about we say a Lamborgini?” “...
That Unforgettable Piece of History
The noise in the room is what I would describe as unimaginable, if I had to pick a word. The wood was distractingly shiny and new under my feet, and I felt too dirty to be standing there. In front of me, a white sea topped with a surf of brown and gold. I could smell the expensive perfumes clouding the room, how expensive the silk gathered in lace gloves was. Behind fans, I could see painted smiles, but each glimmering eye was critical. Out of the corner of my eyes, I catch glimmers of dark eyes and skin, crowded together. Behind me, I could hear the murmuring of low voices, slightly reassuri...
It's A Coverup
“Masks do absolutely nothing to protect people from this virus,” Allen stated defiantly at the entrance of his local Menard's Home Improvement Store.“I'm sorry sir, it is store policy to require masks in this store. If you don't want to wear one, you can't come in. This is your choice,” said the employee at the door.Allen watched as other customers walked freely in and out of the store. He needed to get that joint to finish fixing his washing machine. If he didn't come home with that part, Abby would be very upset at him. Reluctantly, Allen pulled a mask out of his pocket and put it on. The em...
The Light
I could feel the chains tying me to the wall rattle as I moved. It was almost time to eat and I was getting ready for the food to be slung under the door, but that didn't happen this time. I heard the bolt sliding and felt my panic rising as I watched the door that hadn't opened in years slowly creak inch by inch. Once the door was done creaking I saw HIM step through; the Catcher was what the others had called him. I had been alone for so long I almost forgot about the others.. The other women and men who had sat in here with me, ate food with me, whined and groaned about the tightness of t...