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The Shadow on Dove Avenue
Emma stared out of the window of her apartment at the park. The lights were shining bright at the entrance in the dark night. This was her favorite view and she would alwawww.onedoor.ccys find herself just standing here. A soft smile lifted her lips as she looked out at the still night.Her eyes moved away from the park entrance and across the road. Her favorite cafe was clearly visible with its lights shining bright. However, just behind the cafe was a little alley which left a dark shadow across the sidewalk. A chill crept along her spine as she stared at the dark area.She closed her eyes and tried to sha...
Grace Under Pressure
My best friend Bonnie just looked at me. “You're kidding.”She'd kept her voice down even though we were in the high school cafeteria and there were many conversations going on. Most were louder than ours. The monitors were too busy talking with each other to fuss about the volume of the buzz in the cafeteria.For the umpteenth time, I wished that I had brown skin, dark eyes, and short dark curly hair like she had. I wished that I was as slender and tall as she was. She would've made a beautiful model. Instead, I was just me: pale skin, pale blue eyes, long pale blond hair, plump, and a foot sho...
Case File #345601 - The Convenience Store
[Digitally Transcripted Copy of Testimony Given By REDACTED]The officers all think I’m crazy. They don’t even want to listen to me anymore, so they’ve shoved me here in this little cupboard of a room to write about what I saw. Useless. The paper they’ve given me is crumpled too, and a ballpoint pen that seems to be running out of ink. Look, it’s skipping! [Scribble of a spiral, ink cutting out every other line] God, they don’t care do they? And here I am trying to make their jobs easier, because they sure as hell will get chewed out when they find out what I’m saying is real. I hope the ink do...
Searching for Someone
How can she do this to me? I don’t want to be alone again. I’ve spent my whole life trying to find a partner, not just the romantic kind, but my chosen partner always left me. For the longest time I did not want children in my life. The thought of being tied down and woken up early filled me with dread. Over time those reservations melted away and the idea of pouring my love into a small creation of my own became insatiable, but like most things in life I left it too late: the biological bus had left the station before I found someone I was willing to share it with. In the end they left too, a...