The Repeating_Marnie's Truth or Dare_The Man of My Dreams_Screw You
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The Repeating
“Come back!”I’m standing in the back garden smoking, the only light the cigarette and the faint traces of a glow from the streetlight on the corner at the end of the road. My head’s tingling softly with end of the day sensations but really I just want peace and quiet.“Oh, please come back!”I’m surprised that no one else on the street seems to be awake, despite the time, because for the last fifteen minutes or so that’s what I’ve been hearing at intervals in an increasingly high pitched and strangulated voice. I suppose it’s another sign of what Gail described over dinner last weekend as my ‘...
Marnie's Truth or Dare
It was in Belinda's spacious kitchen, with its white-painted cupboards, its ten-foot ceilings and its chintz curtains that the idea was first hatched. The women were seated round the big old wooden table. They were all college-age, attractive and fairly brimming with new ideas and enthusiasm. "OK truth or dare?" said Belinda. She'd been more or less the leader of the group for the past couple of years. Marnie thought hard for just a moment. "Truth!" Marnie was nothing if not enthusiastic. "Are you still a virgin?" "Hmmmm..." Marnie now had to think that over and after another moment of intense...
The Man of My Dreams
TW: gun violence The figure just stood there, hovering, looming. His large stature hovering in the brightness that her eyes seemed to fight and protest against. The blurry haze engulfs and encompasses them. Louise is fighting against her senses and surroundings but nothing seems to make sense. Her movements seem uncontrolled, she can’t seem to get any part of herself to move according to her will. Then the figure draws closer and his face becomes crystal clear. It is a face she does not recognise but his features, strikingly prominent in the haze, imprint permanently in her brain. Everything f...
Screw You
What the what now? The photo is pinched between her fingers, as if it'll disappear if she lets go. It can't disappear. She needs to be sure that this is real and not her imagination.In the sixteen years that she has lived in this house, she's been in this attic twice. That's if you're being generous, cowww.onedoor.ccunting the time she peeked her head in the door to tell her mother that dinner was ready. If you didn't, you were only counting the five minutes it took to find her grandmother's old sewing machine before lugging it downstairs. Her parents were out of town for the week. Any normal kid would thr...