The Sound of Music._One Rainy Night_Truth Be Told_Jeff's Meth
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The Sound of Music.
"Hi look I see two." I yell and float to the window furthest from the cabin. Yuri floats up to me as well. We see the twinkle in the distance, in the all encompassing darkness. The twinkle fades away within thirty seconds. Yuri looks as disappointed as I feel inside. I feel my body tipping towards the floor and I panic momentarily. Yuri is now at the coffee machine. He tips the pot the wrong way and bubbles of Black liquid float up into the air. No need to panic. We still have no gravity, and there is nothing wrong with the spaceship, but there is a lot wrong. We have flown into some strange...
One Rainy Night
Rain pounded against the window panes in a steady rhythm. Fractured beams of light from the streetlamps filtered through the drops, casting tiny streaks of rainbow light across the pages of Marissa’s book. She sighed contentedly, wrapping her oversized blue sweater closer around her body to ward off the slight chill of the evening. In her cocoon of checkered fuzzy blankets, a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea sending its soothing scent into the air, she felt safe. The demands of working forty hours a week at the local Walmart fell away. Thursday nights were always her favorite time of the week: th...
Truth Be Told
“You can’t go home again? What does that mean? I know about the esoteric meaning, and all the nonsense that goes with it, but you can’t go home again, sounds like a…I don’t know what, but ominous when you think about it.” “And why would that be? I can see circumstances where you couldn’t go home, or not want to. I’ve had more than my share of times like that. But those are usually a temporary stalling mechanism until you can decide if it is safe to show yourself.” “So you were afraid of something?” “It was nothing like that. It was just that I don’t have a home to go back to. It’s a long sto...
Jeff's Meth
JEFF’S METHI crawl within the assless assless chaps. Inside: nothing. His name was Jeff. He had short, scruffy grey hair with a crop circle on the back of his skull. The air that surrounded him whispered to me who he was: he had somehow managed to maintain his inner child into the middle of his life. Nowww.onedoor.cc wife. No kids. A virtual reality headset that he liked to watch porn on. A keyboard he used to browse his massive T.V. A mind that did not adhere to time. Wandering from one room to the next, searching, searching, for a phone or cock ring.His house sat across from flying Trump and Blue Lives Ma...