Band-aid_Angelo the Angel_Put a Lid on It, Take Charge!_A Winter Shadow
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Band-aid
On the fourth day, her fingers began to burn. It had become an uncomfortable habit, to pick at flesh as her fingers bear the consequences of thinking, and the burn is her punishment. And in betweenwww.onedoor.cc the punishment and thinking she wondered if it was a mistake. To know of the very thing that should never be revealed. But the cards were already laid out. And again, they told Eden she would die. She knew that fate is for everyone, but the soothsayer looked in pity and apologized for her misfortune. As had the others. On the fourth day, her fingers began to burn. She tore at the skin and she was u...
Angelo the Angel
Hello, I'm Angelo. Well I was, until a few weeks ago that is. I don't think we've met and of course we never will now, but I can see you're reading about me and that's kind of you to show an interest. I hope it doesn't make you sad. I find it all rather jolly but I'm sorry to see my family taking it so badly, my friends looking shifty, probably embarrassed, and my poor girlfriend, Yasmin, I hate to see her cry. From here I can notice things I just didn't see when I was down there among you all. I seem to have got more insight into my family and friends than I ever had before. But then I was a...
Put a Lid on It, Take Charge!
CW: LanguageReverse the mini truck. Wedge it between A4 and the parking ramp. Tease the stacked crates. Lay them out. Fresh oranges, spinach, and coriander. Day-old beans, cucumber, and cauliflower. Many days old onion, yam, and the rest. Set up digital scales. On the steel table. Punch in the day’s rates. Set the register. Put up QR code signages. Go pee in the common toilet. Check your teeth. Come back to the cold table. Check the messages on the cell. Play a couple of videos. Lean on the wall. Leave the right shoe imprint.People trickle out. In tracksuits, salwar suits, night suits. With do...
A Winter Shadow
The winter wind but savagely at my skin and I regretted not grabbing the flannel lined coat that had my gloves in its pocket. My fingers were starting to ache and my jacket pockets were thin and didn't do much for the cold.. It was stupid that I was outside in the first place, because freshly fallen snow aside, I hated the cold. Going back wasn't an option though. Not yet.I hunched my shoulders up around my neck, drew my thin jacket tighter around me and tucked my fingers into my armpits. "You're gonna catch your death Jackie-boy," I muttered, scowling at myself for it because it reminded me o...