I'll Go_Blue Ink_Smoke_The Greatest Reboot
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I'll Go
"Do you want me to die then?" My Mom screamed, drowning out my father's voice. I sighed and plugged in my earbuds. Everyone at home was always fighting and I was tired of it. It was always my mother screaming and my father trying to get her to calm down. My mother, a beautiful women, always threatens to leave my father and I for someone better, but she hasn't yet. My father always said she was just saying that to get what she wanted and that she would never actually do it, but I was always scared to wake up and find her gone. "For god's sake Sara!" My father yelled."I never said that! Someone ...
Blue Ink
“I will tell you the story of why the boy didn’t go outside,” he said. He hadn’t moved from his seat by the low work table, but this was the first time his patient had spoken directly to him. The counselor bowed, and immediately flushed with shame at this oversight. The patient didn’t seem bothered, however, and the counselor recovered his composure quickly. His patient brushed aside stray shavings as he leaned in again over the panel he had been carving. The counselor took his customary seat and readied himself to listen. The young man was pale from his long months inside, alon...
Smoke
There's not many things as beautiful as the way smoke brings an image to the movements of the air. It is sensitive to every little movement that is made around, even the smallest wave of a hand can send it into disarray. Moving as if it were life itself. They say a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tornado hundreds of miles away. It makes you realize just how delicate the air is, and why there are groups in arms about whatever we put into it as a species.I sat on the floor in a wide empty room. Basking in the brilliant blazes that danced below the chimney. Warming myself from the harshn...
The Greatest Reboot
Jason Henderson had never believed in reincarnation, but as he stood at the door of his newly-acquired business, he knew he must have died and returned in the year 1940. Nothing, at his first glance, indicated he was still in 2021, although he knew that to be true. Thewww.onedoor.cc convenience store specialized in “drinks, food, and all things fishing.” He knew that because the weathered wooden sign out front proclaimed it – not boldly, as the paint had faded to a muted grey, but still with enough vibrancy to draw in a steady stream of customers, or so the brokering realtor had said.“You’re sure abo...