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Evermore
EvermoreTW: death, mental health, mature language, abuseLife is precious, love is a disease.God makes perfection, Esi made a mistake.Family is everything, and Olufemi is a sledgehammer barreling into them.----The aginwww.onedoor.ccg, brown townhouses swelter in heat, even though the sun has fallen. Children run home in notice of the streetlights, mosquitoes follow them, craving to get a taste of their blood.Inside the small Okoro home, white rice and tasty African chicken stew is set on the deteriorating white stove.Olufemi plates first, dishing a large amount of food onto the white ceramic plate.His younge...
Gavin's Bedtime Story
Gavin’s Bedtime Story Excerpt from The Storm“Can ye tell us a story afore we go ta bed? Please, Grandda?”“Ooh aye, I’ll tell ye my favorite story of all, but ye mus’ promise to be quiet and let yer mam rest, the new bairn is making her verra tired.”“We will, Grandda, Willie too.”Willie nodded his head solemnly.Once the lads were settled, one on each side he began, “Back in Scotland there was a man named Angus Stewart. When he was a young man, he had a beautiful wife and six bonnie bairns, and a lovely cottage and farm. But a sickness came and took his wife and all his bairns. He buried them al...
Smoking is my new hobby
Smoking is my new hobby. It almost seemed like drinking was something I could stick with, but the hangovers just got worse and worse, and one morning while I was showering and last night's red wine and tortilla chips poured down the drain, I decided to quit. That's not true. I didn't decide to quit, my body did that for me. The next beer I opened smelled like a yeast infection and reminded me of puke before it had even entered my system. I felt like a failure. Drinking, being intoxicated had been such a relief for me, a thing that kept me euforic, when I knew that the only logical thing to do ...
A Day in The Woods
Years ago in Chicago, Illinois, a fair and unblemished state of America, lived a family of great wealth who grew to be the symbol of purity and great status of their neighborhood. Each day, dozens of children swarm their great mansion, pleading for bountiful gifts the family would offer to them. The family was governed by a wise but stern man, the patriarch of the house, a manly adult man named Ruther. Ruther lived with dozens of house staffs and maids who kept the house tidy and in good shape, their number so many that almost all women from the neighbourhood were applied under his governance...