My dreams_Sweet Revenge_Things May Change_Thanksgiving
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My dreams
A deep sigh hit the air, Mason folded his arms and looked up to see the wooden restaurant sign that read Brook buffet. His arm slowly on cross before he pushed open the door and trailed inside to hear the chatter, laughing and the occasional tink from a fork hitting the plate he grew up with. He scratched the back of his head before making his way to the counter, he sat and waved tirelessly at the serving hatch, a smile etched across his face "Hey mom." He said. "Mason?" She asked. She walked out the door gaping and smiling, she leaned over the counter to embrace her son. "Why are you here?" "...
Sweet Revenge
Bill checked his appearance in the mirror: tie straight, hair combed, jacket collar down as he headed out the door to attend his first high school class reunion ten years after graduating. The organizers had held previous reunions that he didn’t attend for a variety of reasons, away serving in the military being the most prominent. Truth be known, he was anxious about seeing his former classmates and rationalized many excuses to avoid attending. It was not as if there was any requirement to attend these gatherings and like most people he liked a party; it was just that he felt uncomfortable be...
Things May Change
It was May when I met Tara. It makes sense that it was May. I feel like May was always the month of change—especially here in New Jersey. It’s when green finally starts growing on the trees and life returns to the world after a bitter winter and spring. I liked going on walks in the forest back then. I’m glad I enjoyed the simple pleasures in life like golden sunlight twinkling through the canopy of leaves, back when I had the chance. That way I don’t have as many regrets as the others who are www.onedoor.ccleft. I was taking a walk in the woods that day, in the beginning of May, wearing a gigantic sweatsh...
Thanksgiving
This is it. This is when you’re going to do it. You’ve given yourself three months to prepare. It’s enough. It has to be done, or you’ll be stuck with this life forever.Looking at yourself in the mirror. You see your bloodshot eyes filling with fear and confusion. Fear for what your parents and relatives are going to say; and confusion, for you aren’t sure if this is the right decision. 99% of you are certain, but it is that 1% that is haunting you.You look down, your fingers are gripping tightly onto the edge of the sink, turning so pale you’re not sure if your hands still exist, or if it’s j...