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Jenny sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, for a change. She was always too busy to take the time to read, choosing instead to listen to the radio while she drove, or watch a news broadcast on television in the evening. Her irritation was more evident these days where media speculation took over from reporting the facts. Perhaps it was the school teacher in her, she thought impishly. She glanced up from the newspaper and looked out at the pocket handkerchief sized garden of the home she shared with Hank; the love of her life, her gentle giant husband of ten years. She sniffed the a...
Marissa and Stan cleaning up after a party
Marissa and Stan are twins. They wanted to have a party because they didn’t have any parents home since their parents were on a business trip for a couple of days and they were up late last night. They had around 150 people at the party, they even had one of their friends doing the DJ, they had disco lights. What a mess. Even though the party was a blast last night, Marissa and Stan had a lot of cleaning to do before their parents came home. Marissa and Stan had been cleaning for what seemed like hours, and they were nowhere near done. With vacuuming and dusting to be done, picking up the hou...
The Kirby House
A galaxy of superheroes silently greeted me as my flats clopped into the attic bedroom. A man-skunk statue roared at me from a sloping rear wall festooned with framed comic art.Space Rabbit aimed a blaster pistol at me from beneath a Kerpow Comics lampshade, a display of colorful action figures rotated behind glass like a Peewee's Playhouse set piece.My girlfriend's spandex squirrel costume purred as she approached a bed draped in a Kerpow character bedspread. "Is this a kid's room?""Dunno..." I played with her costume's bushy tail piece. "Maybe a kid at heart..."Ashley wiggled the tail out of...
Sea Glass and a Polarized Star
CW: SuicideThe line that separates the ocean and sky is distant. It’s a soft blue event horizon that grows darker with the night, to the point where there is nothing left but a vortex beyond the cold sand. Space and time and fate feel insignificant at that moment as Ash continues to watch that glistening void swallow the full moon’s light. She listens towww.onedoor.cc the receding tides as they coalesce into great waves, to the water hitting the sides of her docked boat, and watches the moonlight roll over the surface until it ebbs away, as though devoured by that great void. And it’s here where that great ...