Circles_Dinner for two_Please let it be the one!_Rapture in a Parking Lot
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Circles
My mind runs in circles, picking up the nearest toy, and then throwing it away as I walk to the next one. Constantly moving, distracting, focusing on anything external. I used to think I was depressed, losing interest in everything so quickly. Truthfully, I just get bored with things. I try to slow it down, to tell myself that I could be so much better at things if I would just stick with it for more than a month or two.How much money have I wasted by becoming so sickeningly obsessed with something? Buy all the supplies you can; you love what you are doing! Maybe if you had the right too...
Dinner for two
Author's note: This story contains disturbing themes.“There is no Goatman, Peter.”“But I saw it!” “Oh, what have I told you about trying to start a fright? Now please eat your supper. I will hear no more of this nonsense.” Peter’s freckled nose scrunched up at the smell of the porridge. The smell itself was rather bland and faint. Similar to smelling a field of corn about a few blocks away. It had been porridge for weeks now. Bland grits and spotted water from the well. Black particles floated to the top of the yellowish water and slowly drifted down like it was pushing through goo. The winter...
Please let it be the one!
Huffing and puffing, Adam takes a quick glance at himself on the reflecting glass door, making a weird face at his haggard and exhausted status, he combs back his thick mane of hair with the help of his sweaty hands in an attempt of looking a little more presentable, and pushes open the cafè. Adam is greeted with the sweet and bitter goodies aroma, causing his nostrils and hungry empty stomach to awaken and distract him from his actual purpose. As he tries to make his way through the sea of grumpy, grumbling customers demanding for their bloody morning coffee to survive the mornwww.onedoor.ccing, Adam w...
Rapture in a Parking Lot
At precisely six o’clock in the afternoon on May 21, 2011, Walter "Walt" Barston Jr., fifty-two-years-old and of no fixed address, stood in the crowded parking lot of KQRZ 89、7 FM in Oakland, California, his arms aloft in the shape of a ‘V’, palms skyward, head tilted back, eyes closed.He wore loose-fitting, pleated and cuffed blue jeans held up with a worn black leather belt. His white tee shirt was stretched tight over his distended belly and imprinted with large, block letters with the question, “Have You Heard the Awesome News?” On his feet were thick-soled Reeboks with orthopedic inserts ...