Therapy_Climbing Up to the Bottom_Carrying The Fire_Silence & communication
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Therapy
Warning: language! I can edit out if needed!“Can you get me a peach pill? And you might as well get me the white one too. Grab the nitro paste while you’re in there, I’m gonna need it,” Callum says, “Don’t know what this therapy is supposed to be about anyway.” He can already feel his blood pressure rising. Maybe he should also take an extra orange pill too, just in case? Why not, he’s already taken a whole rainbow this morning.Blythe walks back into the kitchen with the pills, nitro paste and patches, and blood pressure cuff. “We tried it your way and all the therapist did was talk at us the ...
Climbing Up to the Bottom
NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS A COUPLE OF MENTIONS OF VIOLENT ACTS. Pat O’Grady had to do something. He’d worked for too many years and hurdled too many obstacles in getting his bar on Pittston Avenue in Scranton up and running only to lose customers now to some newcomer bar a block away. Paddy’s on Pittston was Pat’s dream come true. He had learned a lot about the beer and liquor wholesale business when he worked for a local distributorship during the six years he wasted his time and money trying to earn a college degree at Penn State University’s Worthington Scranton commuter campus in Dunmore...
Carrying The Fire
Aron carries a backpack through the forest. He turns and looks at the empty hillside behind him. He can’t see anyone, but he can hear his pursuers, rattling through the brush sounding like dice in a cup. It’s a continual rattle-rattle-rattle, and that’s because there are a lot of them moving through the dense scrub pines that dot the hilly landscape he has spent all day crossing. He hears the baying of a dog, then as the pursuers draw closer, he can hear more dogs baying. And where that rattle-rattle once echoed randomly through the woods and made its way to his ears circuitously, now it ...
Silence & communication
"Kjaa? You sound like an animal girl," she harshly judged him. He? He just jumped away from the table, shouting, screaming. He completely burned his tongue on the overly hot tomato soup. She laughed. "If you are that angrwww.onedoor.ccy, I will go home." Right in front of his face, she waved at him. "Oh, you are mute, not deaf," she poked fun of him as she opened the door.Ronald looked furiously around the room. Usually, he is a time organizing freak, but he simply lost any positive feeling towards it. A heavily burned tongue is no child's play, okay? Angrily he moved around in his flat. Cat? Feed. Plants?...