Divorced_The Cuments_All the Dark Shadows_Dogs Don't Write
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Divorced
Theresa was barred from her children, home, and business place until she appeared in court; she would never think of doing something like that to her family or a loved one. He did things without thinking about the consequences. It was not personal; it was a military mindset. Thursday night, she went to dinner with her girlfriend, which she hasn't spent time in a long time ever since he quit financial services. She got home at ten-thirty at night, the police car put their headlight, and she wondered what was going on. Two police officers approached her and asked, "are you Theresa and she answer...
The Cuments
“This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives,” Mother says over the phone. She has been on the device for the past two hours, gossiping and receiving information on today’s incident. Today was the wedding anniversary of our neighbor. We had known them for 5 years since they had first moved here. Nothing out of the ordinary surrounded them. Their twin boys, Mark and Matthew, both attended preschool with my little sister, Diane, before their sudden change to home-schooling. She often spoke of them as very quiet and uninviting of anybody in their friendship circle. Besides that, nothi.www.onedoor.cc..
All the Dark Shadows
Memories are hunting horns, Whose sound dies on winds. And we forget because we must, And not because we will. -Guillaume Apollinaire and Matthew Arnold...I was pulled into a deep abyss as darkness engulfed me. And I just kept falling and falling. Pulled away from reality. The red-eyed creatures with the black fangs kept chasing after me. Their bony and bloodied fingers with long, witch-like nails kept trying to grab my limbs. Their monstrous cackles and ghastly sounds echoing and tormenting me. And they wouldn't stop. Not until I completely surrendered to the darkness. Maybe I would. But not ...
Dogs Don't Write
"Speak now." I ignored him. "Speak." He barked again. "Ni que fuera perro," I finally answered. "What did you say to me?" Said an offended Mr. Tudyk. "It means I'm not a dog." I replied. "Well, we speak English here, Jose." Said an imperious Mr. Tudyk. "Jesus. My name is Jesus." I looked at Mr. Tudyk who sat across his desk from me and tried not to make eye contact. He always had a way of making me feel uncomfortable. So for now, I studied him. He dressed like every middle aged teacher who hated their life. He wore large rimmed glasses and a button up long sleeve shirt that had probably n...