The Cracks in the Ice_Bad TV_Ace of Pentacles_A Mysterious Figure
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The Cracks in the Ice
Trigger Warning: Abusive relationship, mild profanity, deathI don't know where I am.Oh. That's fine. I am hiding, after all.I'm hiding where no one can find me: Beneath the brush. In the trees. Under the lake. Above the sky. No one will find me.But I hear footsteps.They crunch over the frozen dirt. Atop dead leaves flaked with frost. Around barren trees. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.I want to yell, "go away!" but then I won't be hiding anymore. The moon is full and round. Its white light points at them. It seems to shout, "There they are! There they are!"One of them walks in front. He breathes smoke...
Bad TV
James took the bathroom art off the wall and put it on the counter. I watched as he used its glass front to cut his cocaine into three short lines. The powder appeared to levitate above the typography print that read, “Please don’t do coke in the bathroom.” James snorted a line using a rolled-up twenty, slurped the drip from the back of his throat, and spit the wet into the sink. He did that every time he did coke. Snort. Slurp. Spit. I didn’t want to be there, but I couldn’t get out; James and Mandy Stuart pinned me to the back corner of the half bathroom when they rushed in, saying they wan...
Ace of Pentacles
It’s easier with the drunk girls—especially the loud-mouthed ones who travel in packs. Dressed in sparkly tops, short skirts, and wobbly heels, they wear “Bride To Be” paper tiaras or “Nifty-to-Be-Fifty” ballcaps. On weekends, I expect them after the bars close. They burst through my door, tittering, eyeing the darkened reading room with glassy cows eyes. They half expect a fallen angel or an imp to peek out from behind the beaded curtains. But it’s just me here—and the cards. “We’re here for the $20 special,” they bleat. My smile doesn’t reach my eyes. I know what they want—otherworldly comfo...
A Mysterious Figure
I blew out a puff of air that made my bangs fly up and then takwww.onedoor.cce their place again, impeding my vision. I'd been sitting at my window staring down at the park and street view. Lately, there had been reports of a teenage male around sixteen wandering the streets at night. But anytime someone tried to talk to him, to tell him to go home, he would disappear. I'd been hoping to see him tonight. I looked over at my clock, 12:45am. I looked out at the street. It was a suburb so there were pretty two-car garage houses with their automatic porch lights on. The street lights lined up every two houses a...