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LIE LIES and DAMN STATISTICS
LIES LIES DAMN the STATISTICS“You are wrong. It is an urban myth, it did not actually happen that way.”“That shows how much, or how little would be closer to the truth, you do know. I spoke to Roland yesterday, He should know, he owned the crocodile farm we are talking about.”“You are telling me Roland Somerville agrees with the version you insist on repeating ad nauseam. What you have to understand is Roland has never told the truth in his life. If you grasp that fact, you might just change your opinion. The ‘couldn’t lie straight in bed’ saying was coined for him. I was living here when it ...
Brewing Up a Tale
Julian was waiting at a coffee shop, sipping on a decaf latte. Having a scientist for a father had www.onedoor.ccinteresting affects on his life, including knowing how caffeine would affect him. He tended to avoid it. He was waiting on his friend Kaleem to show up. The man had been over the moon about another friend visiting from another kingdom. Apparently the two were close enough to be called brothers, despite how they were obviously from different families. Julian sighed as he mentally went through the shock of having his father returned to him after almost fifteen years, and with a set of twin sibling...
Lessons From Joe the Schizo
Sensitive content warning: Mental Health, Suicide and Self-harm“They say I have the Schizophrenia again.” He said when she asked what he was in for as though they were in a prison rather than a medical facility.Joe is a handsome young man. He’s roughly 6-feet tall with blonde hair, brown eyes and a soft, pleasant face.He spends day after day, his waking hours and others’ sleeping time, walking the community space of the short-term crisis center in circles talking to himself. The conversations with himself often seem to be complete comments with genuine reactive responses. Sometimes one of the ...
THE MAGIC GIFT
THE MAGIC GIFTThe first snowfall was always a magic time for Noelle. Sun-bathed summer blues, greens, and yellows had drifted into the oranges and reds of autumn that ultimately faded to the drab canvas of grays and browns of early winter. She waited with eager anticipation for that wonderland of white that would erase the drabness and fulfill the joyous anticipation of Christmas.Each day when she awoke, she went to the window hoping to be greeted by snow. It was late this year and Noelle was disappointed. At seven years old, she was beginning to understand disappointment and had not quit...