Ain't No Guardian Angel_Procrastination Kills_My Apology_The Cursed Cuckoo Clock
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Ain't No Guardian Angel
TW: War, BombingShe prayed it would hold. The supports straining to keep the derelict shelter over their heads. The flickering lights. The morale of everyone working themselves to the bone around her, comforting and tending to the wounded. She couldn’t pick just one, so she simply said it.Vera prayed it would hold.She couldn’t care less if the lights went out; there were plenty of battery-operated lanterns to light the bunker if need be. She was terrified of what losing them meant.Losing lights meant losing electricity.Losing electricity meant the ventilator breathing for her mother woul...
Procrastination Kills
"Why do I always wait until the last minute to do anything?" James asked himself aloud while driving through the rain. It was midnight and James had just left work. James is 20 years old, a smaller guy, and not very athletic. James is the 4-12 manager at Wendy's and if he isn't at work then he spends most of his time playing video games and reading. It had just started to rain half an hour ago and was just a light rain but his windshield wipers were less than ideal. With less rubber on his wipers than an ultra-thin Trojan, they were causing more of an issue than helping. The wipers going acros...
My Apology
August 1I didn't realize what I had until it was gone. I didn't realize how much I needed you, how much I misunderstood you. I didn't realize just how much I was ungrateful for. August 2I miss being you. Being the YOU I understood. But now I'm not anymore. I'm just..me. I should clarifywww.onedoor.cc, in case anyone finds these letters. These are my letters of apology.August 3 My name is Ruben, and as you're aware, I'm 35 years old. These last few months have been pretty rough on me. I've escaped a near death situation, but now I'm in hot water. I found myself at the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn'...
The Cursed Cuckoo Clock
Junie just turned eighteen. She has decided to move out of her family home and into her first apartment. As she’s packing up her bedroom, her mother knocks on the door, opens it a crack and peeks her head inside. “Need some help packing Junie?” “No thanks, I’m just about done!” “You haven’t forgotten about the most important thing, have you?” “What? I didn’t forget anything?” “The Cuckoo clock that is downstairs in the foyer. You have to bring it with you. Junie stomps her foot. “But I don’t want to bring great, great grandfather’s Cuckoo Clock! It’s hideous and the sound of it pierces my ears...