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Becky
I was fumbling to get my keycard into the hotel door when someone threw their hand around my neck. "I can't wait to see you at the party tonight, you're going to absolutely rock it, but like, you're going to change...right?" Slurred a very drunk brunette who teetered precariously on stilettos. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Oh, you'll do just fine Becky, you'll do just fine." I wanted to tell her I wasn't Becky, but I only managed to shrug my shoulders. "K, Becks, I'll be back later to get you." She wandered off down the hall, giggling to herself.My phone buzzed. I wanted ...
The House at the End of Granite Road
Everyone was always intrigued by the house at the end of Granite Road. It was old, that was for certain, but no one could quite date it. It had elements of several different eras – the window shape of a Victorian manor, the porch that some argued was of Edwardian inspiration, and seemingly Tudor brickwork – leading different people to formulate different theories, like those who thought it was built through generations of the same family. But inexplicably, every time a theory was raised, it was disproved or disliked into obscurity. You see, the intrigue surrounding the house only went as far a...
DC Metro
There was a familiarity in the discomfort of the DC Metro, in the reek of cigarettes and grime; while always unpleasant, it was such a normal part of her day-to-day life that she rarely even thought about it. That evening, though, something had changed in her. Her job in the city was far from bad. She was a higher-up in her sales firm, and she made good enough numbers to be allowed the luxury of a private office. She had an hour for lunch each day, and her front yard was the National Mall: every afternoon was a different food truck to try, a new taste to explore. Her coworkers weren’t cl...
Chilli
The chilli was almost ready. It was time to add what Carl jokingly called his “secret ingredient:” a teaspoonful of chocolate. He was proud of his chilli. He had cooked it for Mary, on one of their first dates; she had been very impressed with his cooking, awww.onedoor.cclthough he was sure she was suspicious that it was the only thing he could make. Which wasn’t far from the truth. Anyway, tonight was a special occasion; their anniversary, five years of married life. Although a lot of that time had been spent apart, Carl still thought himself very lucky. When she was at home, and when she had the time, Mar...