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Robin, reaches abroad
“I remember the bitter-sweet taste of my own blood.” I yelled aloud as the drugs began to evacuate my system. My mind and body were awakening, to heights I had never felt before. Unsure of where I was and why, the only thing I knew for sure was that I never wanted to taste my blood again.I scrambled to my feet, pushing aside the pungent smelling puke staiwww.onedoor.ccned comforter. I nearly fell back down to the raised stone slab that I had just risen from, as my feet slipped and slid trying to gain control over the blood that had pooled on the unforgiving concrete. I took a hopeful look around the place,...
Melancholy Sea
Mentions of infertilityVerbal insults disguised as affable compliments were spoken on an August night. Dazzling white light spread throughout the area where amateur people lounged as they practiced their backswings for ten dollars a bucket. Vacant slots in a busy schedule permit an evening rendezvous at the local top golf. Away from pending emails and oblivious partners. Esme swung at the golf ball, sending it soaring into the air and letting it get lost with the others that littered the field.“I think I’m improving.”“Definitely the farthest you've gone,” Jade commented.Esme settled the golf c...
The Military Brat
1986A spitball narrowly missed Emile, who was sitting peacefully at his desk. Target practice again for the kid two desks down who hated him for no discernable reason. The teacher - of course - never seemed to notice the exchange. Today, she seemed a bit nervous. A new student was just outside the door where she’d been told to wait. Introductions had to be made. A day ago, Emile’s teacher didn’t even know such people existed. Clearing her throat, the teacher called for silence. “Class, we have a new student joining us today,” she motioned to the door. “Come introduce yourself.”The crowd coll...
Time Flies
"We're running out of time!" "Yes, you've been saying that quite frequently for the past twenty minutes." Vinny was speaking through clenched teeth, trying not to think about what her hands were doing while at the same time very focused on her task. She had barely any concept of time in her current position. "Are you sure Finx even ate a bird today?" Vinny huffed again. While she was trying not to let the concept of lost time burden her search, she could feel her nervous itch beginning at the tip of her nose. The urge to scratch it was terrible, but given her hands unprecedented occupancy, sc...