Devil’s Ivy_Stay Pony Goldboy_Recovery Diary_Just like High School
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Devil’s Ivy
The plant sat dormant on Oliver’s doorstep for three days until he reluctantly brought it inside. At its arrival, he had chalked it up to be a simple error with a delivery driver. People mistakenly drop off packages at the wrong address frequently, so he naturally assumed an annoyed neighbor would be around to collect it after a day or two. When no annoyed neighbor had come his way, Oliver began to consider the possibility that a friend of his had dropped it off at his door as a kind gesture. A gift, perhaps. This thought was quickly dismissed when he remembered no one cared enough about Oliv...
Stay Pony Goldboy
The stable doors underneath the church were imperfect. The old school building had been tacked onto when the parish expanded, the opposite of when a snake grows, back around when everyone in Ohio started to have their own car, their own identity on the highway, that first firsthand understanding of inexplicable speed.The Pinewood Derby takes place in what used to be a stable, what now houses a gymnasium for the elementary school students who go there, with God squeezed in-between mathematics and science like an afterthought, but at least it’s something (especially if you got boys for children)...
Recovery Diary
What would be worse do you think – too much oxygen or not enough? Suffocation or starvation? Both can kill you. Both can make you feel high. Not that I can claim to be high when I hyperventilate at the prospect of riding a lift. When that happens I think I’m going to die. But robbing your brain of oxygen can make you feel euphoric. I did try it, I had to know. Well, when I say I tried it, I mean I stopped at the first flush of panic. I imagine Kait felt elation though, before she lost consciousness.My therapist, Dr Kay, said I’m to write this. My recovery diary. A journal of anything in my pas...
Just like High School
“Don’t you remember back before we had to wear these?” Katie pulls at the mask that’s not being worn correctly anyway. She’s got itwww.onedoor.cc nestled on her chin. She’ll pull it up if she sees a manager, but not until then. She’s not talking to me. No one does. That doesn’t stop me hearing what they’re saying. I can hear it all. “Not really.” Denise responds forlornly. “It seems like this virus has always been a part of our lives.” “For real. But I know you’re not being serious that you don’t remember.” I didn’t go to high school, but I imagine it’s kind of like working at a fast-food restaurant. I wor...