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Social Pariah
The line outside the luxurious country club is long, but thankfully I am only a few people away from the intimidating bouncers. They hold forebodiwww.onedoor.ccng clipboards with lists of appropriate names. I have waited ten minutes to get to this point. The trio of older women in front of me are complaining of wasting time, but I use the time to prepare myself mentally. I rehearse my story. I am running through my lines as if the card is in my hands. My name is Lilly Summers. I know he is in there. In my deepest heart of hearts, with every inch of my soul and all the fibers of my being, I know that he is h...
Gilded
AlexiThe alarm went off and I quickly silenced it. It had been set as a precaution but I had never actually gone to sleep.For weeks I had been watching, waiting. We all had. 96、5 million followers on Jayma’s account meant the whole world was watching. This morning was a 5am release for me because Jayma lives in London, so the announced time was really 10am GMT. I had kept myself up rewatching her most recent tour documentary and making photo edits for the fan account I ran. Now I opened my instagram and navigated to her page. Shortly, the little pink ring spun around her icon. I clicked on it ...
Mr. Pratt's Jabberwocky
“This is one giant clanging bell of a hangover,” muttered a sweaty and extremely groggy Anthony Pratt to himself as he awoke in an unfamiliar, sparsely furnished darkened bedroom. In the hot partially lit surroundings, his eyes lazily attempted to identify a few inanimate objects slowly coming into focus. The room reeked of stale cigar smoke, alcohol, and cheap sex, prompting him to assume that during the previous evening, he had somehow ended up in the boudoir of a Columbian bordello’s Madame. “Well, this is something new,” he stammered, “Very unlike me to not remember… I vaguely recall drin...
When we were wallflowers
mentions of drugsThe beauty of being shrouded in yesterdays is that you are blissfully ignorant of all that you will learn in the todays. Yesterday I had no idea that I was capable of murder, today there is no doubt. My eyelids closed delicately and released the singular drop that had been waiting for a slight movement to shimmy it down my cheek, tracking a path through tan foundation. It started 12 years’ worth of yesterday’s ago, that’s it. That’s all it took. And I can see your face contorting into a look almost like bewilderment but let me assure you that 12 years is really not that long o...