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Whatever You Do Don't Write it Down
CW{Strong Language, Sarcasm}Dear Kevin,It's me Kevin, your actual future self. I remember the summer you are in well. Your air conditioning was not workiwww.onedoor.ccng because the electric company turned you off due to not paying. You were admitted to the hospital due to a bizarre host of episodes that culminated in a weekend in jail and a trip in front of a judge. It doesn't seem like it now, but everything is going to be alright. Being diagnosed with schizophrenia is not a death sentence. Which brings me to the issue at hand. During counseling the nice lady with the bright red lipstick suggested you get...
The Window
The WindowDowntown Cincinnati, 10th FloorSMASH!A wailing alarm goes off at the Federal Reserve Center on Main Street Cincinnati OH. A pair of federal police officers charge up the stairs with their weapons drawn at the smashed window in the Federal Reserve Center.“You there what do you think your doing.”Screams are echoed throughout the 10th floor offices and halls.Two hours later a black escapade pulls up to the Federal Reserve Building. Flanked by a pair of Federal police Officers in combat fatigues. The lead SWAT member approaches the passenger side where Agent Robert “Badge” Mitchell dres...
Ten Seconds to Ignition
Ten Seconds to IgnitionShe’d found the last candle stuffed inside of an old box of Christmas items. It was left over from a candlelight service that happened a few years ago. She took a match, lit the candle, and breathed. The candle still had the drip protector wrapped around it to keep from getting hot wax on her hand. She gazed intently at the bright light that shone forth. The candle’s flame flickered ever so slightly from the air in the living room. The memories flashed through her mind. Her memories and the memories of others that helped ignite the spark. It was a lifetime of struggles b...
Love, Money, Revenge, and Insanity
"Are you coming tonight?" As he says this, I notice that the queasy green of his skin has washed away, due to his excessive amount of tears."Why are you still crying?" My tongue cuts through the words as I drag on a cigarette."Why do you think?""Just stop, it would you?""You should," He bites his lip till it ripens white. "You should thank me for crying, it'll make it more believable," I mutter a profanity or two, but the only reply I get from Ace is a quiet whimper and a turn of his head. Three Months Before, I didn't smoke. I was never rude to Ace. I had never walked into the CVS three bloc...