Head of The Snake_The Sludge_They're All Jins_Witness Correction
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Head of The Snake
TW: bombing 'Dad, please throw the ball.' 'No, complete this sandwich.' 'Dad, please.' 'No, Albert. Complete this.' said Tim handing over the sandwich to his son Albert. They were playing on a lush green field in the centre of the town. It was Sunday, the only day of the week when working parents can spend some quality family time. Albert finished the sandwich in six bites and ran after the ball. Their pet dog chased Albert but ran back barking. The silence in the garden faded out with the continuous barks of Tommy. Tim stood from his picnic chair to catch Tommy. Tim reached near the entran...
The Sludge
“Move anothewww.onedoor.ccr muscle and I’ll be popping your head off.”The man who spoke held a gun in one hand and the treasure in the other. “Man” was a bit of an overstatement, however. Laura remembered hearing his name called at her younger brother’s graduation less than a year ago, and he didn’t look to have matured much in the months following the onset of adulthood. “You’re cute, Malcolm,” she stated calmly with a coy smirk. “If I didn’t know you, I’d say that gun almost looks natural in your hand.”It didn’t, though. His hand was trembling so much that the gun was rattling, and Laura was mostly afrai...
They're All Jins
“Ssshhhh, it’s going to be okay. Just hang in there a bit longer.” Momma tenderly rubs my back as I’m heaved over in a stiff chair that desperately needs padding.“I’m sorry, Momma,” I say after vomiting once again into the blue vomit bag from Daddy’s truck.Wrapping her loving arms around my shoulders, she tells me she loves me. “Don’t be sorry. I’m your mom. It’s what I do.” Gently, she wipes my mouth as she struggles to breathe. She’s pretending she can breathe, though. “I’m sorry. They’ll have a bed for you soon.” She ties my wild hair back with thumbs that have no muscle.“Christina Blake!”...
Witness Correction
“DON’T JUST STARE AT THE FUCKIN DOORWAY!! Get her you useless pricks!”Janey could barely hear the psychotic tones of her old boss as she was halfway down the hallway, sprinting away from her certain death. Why did she always find the worst thing to say in a crisis? She made a mental note to address this dangerous character trait once her imminent death had been averted. Running up to the lifts, Janey ran her fist into the down button. Luckily one of the lifts was on her floor so it opened with a BING! Throwing herself inside in a whirlwind of sweat and breath, Janey stared at the numbers for e...