Dear Future Me_Death's Haven_The President_Good luck and bad luck
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Dear Future Me
December 29th 2017Dear future me, Sophie Bryant started writing, do things ever get easier? Friends, family, drama? Sophie has been through a lot and only being nine makes it even harder. When Sophie was three her parents got porced, and still find a way to fight, when she was six her older sister died making her an only child, when she was seven she had cancer. When she makes friends not long after they disappear into a new life just leaving her in the dust with no one to go to. She filled the paper up with questions and quickly shoved the letter into a shoe box that she could read in the f...
Death's Haven
Nick was sleeping in what he thought was a safe underground bunker that some survivors had abandoned a long time ago. Nick thought that only the survivors knew about it, but he was wrong. He remembered the metal door swinging open and a group of men and women rushing in. They caught him quickly, blindfolded him, and dragged him to a some sort of vehicle to take him who-knows-where. Nick began to pound on the metal walls; his eyes were adjusting to the dark, and he saw markings on the wall that made him stop wasting his energy. He knew the symbols and where they came from; Nick knew where he wa...
The President
Palfrey’s was abuzz that Friday. Frank Palfrey was making awww.onedoor.ccn announcement, and everyone sensed it was something big. He’d scheduled a meeting of the board of directors for two that afternoon, and they were all jittery. A few stopped by my desk to find out what I knew.First came Gord Crandall, self-styled ladies’ man. He referred to all female employees under 40 as “Gorgeous,” “Babe” or “Doll. I still wonder if he actually knew any of their names.I looked up as he approached my desk. “What can I do for you, Mr. Crandall?”“Hey, gorgeous, has your husband ever told you what a knockout you are?”Un...
Good luck and bad luck
1924 wordsRated 12+; torture, death, violence"The tv isn't working!" shouts Kat.I roll my eyes. Getting up from my spot on the couch, I kneel down in front of the television. Apparently no one in my family can get it to work. A remote is thrust into my hands. "Is this sticky? Kat, have you been eating and touching the remote?"Kat shrugs. She shoves her hands in the pockets of her green sweater. She has no respect for the remote. She wolfs down a chocolate bar while watching a movie, and none of us can change it because we don't want to get our hands dirty. She might be doing it on purpose, so ...