The Pandemic Executions._Curse of the Mundane_Rush of a Lifetime_Breaking Bread for Love and Dread
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The Pandemic Executions.
TW: murder It all started innocently enough, a cold here, a fever there…You would see it on the news, people in foreign countries wearing masks and staying indoors to control the outbreak “fear mongering” the man who would go down in history as the LAST PRESIDENT of the United States would say. Even with the precautions taken, the virus slouched from Bethlehem to our doorsteps. By then all there was to do was stock up on canned food and bolt your latches. What’s funny-well, more ironic to me is the way people behaved when the plague was just like the common cold. People got swww.onedoor.ccick, some didn’t s...
Curse of the Mundane
I can’t remember the last time that something interesting had happened. My boringly mundane life was the same no matter how I tried to describe it. Every day, I woke up and went to work. A fine job in an insurance company where I sat at my desk cold calling potential clients. I made good money and to the extent that I could, enjoyed what I was doing. Then at exactly 4:55, I would begin to pack up my things and I would be in my car by 5:01、 That was the basis of my daily routine.Some things were different. Maybe that Wednesday I would go out to get drinks with a couple of friends and get home ...
Rush of a Lifetime
(Is this okay? It might be a little... I mean crime... I have removed a few bits.) I can’t help it. I need to do this. I have to. There’s no other way. I bang as hard as I can on the door, hoping beyond hope the family inside would be kind enough to let me in. “Help! Help!” I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice raw, throat soar, panic through every syllable. “Let me in! Please!” My voice cracks at the last word. Hard. My breathing heavy, panicked. They should understand how much I need this, how much trouble I would be in. Finally, the door opens and I fall in. I look up, mouth agape. Stan...
Breaking Bread for Love and Dread
“This is an exquisite throne room, Your Highness.” I stood rigid as I watched the dark-haired man lounge in the magnificent gold and silver throne that dominated the end of the hall; The throne that had rightfully belonged to my twin brother, Roshan. A part of me wished he would burst through the doors of the throne room and slay this man, but I knew that wish was in vain. My brother had been killed on the field by this usurper, The Black Prince, Iarlaith. I had heard many stories of this ambitious young man, heir to the throne of the Darthen Empire to the south of my homeland of Asehil. The s...