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This Story Is Not About The Villain
“A robbery?” I asked, a slight quiver slipping between the cracks in my vowels and sitting atop my bottom lip.“Come now, June, you know no one can take anything from us,” my manager asserted somewhat playfully. She edged closer to the ingredients and lifted her hand up and up in a blunt sort of pulling motion, and all across the room a shimmer flared over everything. it curled up into the air like the tendrils of a vine before it dissipated as though it was never there in the first place. I remained planted in the doorway. “Come in here, June,” Mary sighed, ”Look, I don’t feel like I need ...
On The Job
It’s my first day on the job and I am so excited to get there. “ Oh man this job don’t know what I have in stored for them. Today they will be getting a rude awaking”. As I walked into Citi Bank I see a few of my colleagues that were in training with me. Looking at their face I can see so much excitement. One of them happen to be a close friend of mine that I grew up with. I approached my friend Adam and said “ What’s up man, you ready for this wild day?”. Adam responded nervously “ Yeah, I’ve been waiting for this all week”. Dave responded “ Nice, be on the look out for my signal. As Adam and...
Divorce Dangers
Holidays weren’t always this hard. I used to have fun with them, but this Christmas was different. Usually, both my parents were here. we’d gather around the table while we opened presents and laughed as my dog ran around, attempting to eat the wrapping paper as it fell from our laps. After the porce, my whole life changed. I was happy; I thought our whole family was. That is until the shouting coming from my parent's room grew louder and more often. As I smoothed down my new, green satin dress, I knew this Christmas would be much different than the rest. I redid the bow in my hair, which I ...
Message in a Bottle Rocket
[40 tally marks] |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| |||| Day 40Up 'til now, I'd only been keeping track of the days, but now I actually fear for my life. The ship is racing through space, even as I write this down. Ugh, I miwww.onedoor.ccght get sick writing this. How did I even get into this mess? I'll tell you how! Sheer bad luck!But I have to write on the off chance this little journal survives me. Oh God, I would rather survive the journal!I don't even know how I ended up here. In this part of space, I mean. I know how I got on this ship, the Starblazer - these pirates raided the ship that fou...