Boy's Home by Michael McDonald_Little Sadie Perdita_Tomorrow’s much too long_The Man and His Con
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Boy's Home by Michael McDonald
The house was a sprawling two story with dormers. Two large bedrooms with bunk beds housed the boys. A large kitchen produced breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the dozen, orphaned boys, who were deemed 'difficult to handle' by the school district. They were a motley crew, ranging from 8 to 11 years of age. Bobby was the self-proclaimed leader of the pack, while Jordan was the youngest and smallest. The counselors at the home were college students who provided guidance, with mild reprimands when called for. They provided the boys with recreation, sometimes taking them spelunking in nice...
Little Sadie Perdita
“He’s probably dead!” Auntie Greta shouted up the stairs. Little Sadie was curled up in a ball in her tiny bed, her long whitish blonde hair stuck to her crying face. Auntie Greta has been taunting her more than usual ever since Leo ran away. Sadie missed Leo, her beloved orange tabby cat. He’s been missing for days and Sadie couldn’t stand another second without him. Especially another second ridiculed by Auntie Greta without his comfort. Leo made everything feel better, Sadie really felt like he listened to her. She looked up at the ceiling and watched the spiders create their webs in the co...
Tomorrow’s much too long
In the midst of his panic the world came to a complete standstill. The earth’s spin halted. Frozen in time, 03:44 to be exact, everything hung in a perfect stillness until all of existence flattened and extinguished. No fade to black, just a sudden snap and it was all gone.It had been a day like any other, everyone going about their lives www.onedoor.ccwithout much thought. Billy sat on the sidewalk reading his comic book and day dreaming as he had every day for as long as he could remember. It was an unusually hot day, like most days, but Billy never minded because hot days meant good days on the truck. Br...
The Man and His Conversation about Death with a Colorful Cat
“I’m confused…” said the man with jet black hair and frown lines around his mouth. “What’s there to be confused about?” asked the cat with fire for eyes and stars for teeth. “Am I dead? Is this…heaven? Or am I somewhere…else?” “Where do you think you are?” mused the cat, licking its paw. With each stroke of its tongue, the fur underneath changed colors, shimmering between shades of black and blue and purple and pink and all other colors the man had seen. “What happened to me?” He was getting frustrated - the frown lines around his mouth deepened and his brow furrowed to match. “You tell me. I ...