The Whispered Disconnection_Goodbye to the Monster Under the Bed._Are you there god? It's Hallow
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The Whispered Disconnection
Before the panic attacks and the diagnosis of agoraphobia, Thursday’s always have been a special day for me because that was the day I usually spent with friends, but now as a shut-in, I don’t do that anymore. I did keep up with the tradition though, my fears didn’t stop me from using the phone or video chat programs, like Discord, so I spent time with my friends, just not like I used to. My friends have been very understanding of the side effects of the issues that I suffer from, one more than the others, Ryan, such a lovely girl named after some old melodramatic soap opera. At first, many of...
Goodbye to the Monster Under the Bed.
There is a monster under my bed. And I know… I know what you are thinking. That I am crazy, but it’s the truth. I met the monster, who calls himself Greg, although I have doubts that’s his real name, when I was only three years old. I’d accidentally left my foot over the side of the bed and Bam… Hello Greg. Initially he’d tried to scare me, because either it’s his job or his enjoyment, but when he realized he wouldn’t frighten me, we became fast friends. I’d stay up at night to play Jacks or a monster game called Quartei, which I hate to break it to Greg, but that was simply Tic Tac Toe, not s...
Are you there god? It's Halloway again
Are you there, god? It's me. I could really use your help right now, stuck in a sticky desk behind a hard door labeled detention. I wowww.onedoor.cculdn’t be here if it wasn’t for Stupid Thomas Halloway’s Stupid Sandwich, but it’s too late for that now. A pink sheet of paper that sits neatly on the desk in front of me holds several lines of text. It reads:Detention exit ticket: Explain why you are in detention. Explain why you won’t repeat the offense.It’s standard, and the nerve of sitting in this room for the first time is replaced by the annoyance of a writing assignment. I begin to replay the events of ...
a tale to tell over tea
Miranda hummed as she got ready; she was eager to meet her friends for their usual cuppa and cake in Nancy’s Tea Room; bursting to the gills really and couldn’t wait to get there and give them the low down. Finally deciding on her mint and white dress, M&S of course, with matching cardigan, silk buttons fastened to the waist to empathise her slim waist she slipped into white kid heels smoothed the imaginary line down her sheer tights; she was ready.As it was a beautiful summer’s day she decided to walk instead of taking the Mercedes; always had trouble parking in the narrow street and it was...