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Door Number 1
"Let's say hypothetically, there are two doors you can walk through. One leading you out of this hell hole never to see it again. Where you return home to your wife and children and live a long, prosperous life. And the other, keeps you here. In the dirt, with a bunch of assholes you have to call comrades fighting off an enemy that has little to no conscience.What would you choose?" Will asked, as he absently held to his rifle.The two of them were in a foxhole waiting for further orders. Night raids were scarce lately but someone had to keep watch."There's no other decision to be made, but sta...
Someone To Care For
Someone To Care ForMy buddy Natalie can't see the purpose in you. She claims that all you do is burp, fart, dribble, smile inanely and make a series of incomprehensible sounds. Admittedly she hasn't seen you at your finest, but I still think that's a bit harsh. The first time Natalie came to visit, you were sleeping on your back, gurgling tiny spit bubbles, a little strand of saliva running down your chin. Natalie simply looked at you as if you were a monster from another world. She made no secret of the fact that she wasn't impressed.The second time she came to visit, you crept across the car...
What You Wish For
When the door opened, the early evening light of May spilled inside. The young man at the end of the bar squinted and sipped from his bottle of beer. He couldn't see who had entered for the multicolored fireworks crowding his eyes. The dots and blobs flickered in darkness once the door eased shut, square dancing to the honky-tonk peel from the replica jukebox: do-si-do, allemande left, home position.It was a well-dressed older gentleman who had found his way in from the world, the creases of his dark suit so sharp they could cut a finger. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his collar. His close c...
the chemist
It had arrived.Months of self-imposed confinement, however, did very little to prepare me for the accompanying shipping agent of the package. “Don’t tell me they saw fit to send a little girl to protect something this valuable,” I sneered, hopwww.onedoor.ccing to inject enough venom in my voice to sting just a little. I waited for a response as I searched her nubile face. Expressionless, she gave nothing away. Despite her youth, I could tell immediately she was born before The Fall. 50 years prior, give or take, the World Regulation Agency (WRA) really fucked up. In an effort to “improve the genetic quality...