New Recruit_An ordinary Day_The Kiss of Death_Last Minute
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New Recruit
Michael had gone to bed atwww.onedoor.cc ten but he had not been able to sleep. He had lain on his back and rerun the day's events over and over, then he had spent an hour or so turning from side to side until the bed was in total disarray . Finally, he had got out of bed and walked to the window, through which a beam of moonlight was illuminating the room well enough to make out all the furnishings. He stood looking out at the full moon and the gentle, clean cloak it spread over the town. Everything appeared softer, without hard edges. The definition seemed perfectly adequate , without the necessity of det...
An ordinary Day
An order day sun trying to peek through the clouds. All the sleepy houses not making a sound. No one is outside as if everyone quietly disappeared into another world. In our house my dad is getting ready to go work. My mom is getting ready to come with me to hairdressers. I’m going to be a bridesmaid later today. My little sister Marie followed my dad around from room to room.“Daddy play with me please “Marie was getting excited because we were planning another trip to Disney, her favorite place.? After her adoption becomes final we were going to celebrate at Disney.”Marie “ my mom is shouting...
The Kiss of Death
Content warning: Mental health, Substance abuse, Talk of suicideGet up. Nobody’s coming to save you. I laid on the couch thinking of ways to kill myself and reasons not to. Gun to the temple? No, gun to the chin. Razor to the wrist? That was the token ladylike way to go, but it took too much precision, not fast enough. If I thought I could stomach it, I’d swallow drain cleaner, but I always hated throwing up. I sat up and glanced through the front window into the neighbor’s house across the street. It was dark. The lights on their Christmas tree leaked and blurred in my vision, liquid fireflie...
Last Minute
“Shit!” Alex exclaimed narrowly avoiding a wave of gutter fluids inspired by the distracted taxi driver and their obnoxious yellow cab. Spending nearly three hours carefully choosing the right shirt(old faithful light blue Hawaiian button-up with pink flamingos and palm trees mingling in a fashion that said, Hey I’m fun—but thoughtful enough to choose a collar); tucked into a pair of well fitted gray pants (another favorite being comfortable and yet versatile); finished off with classic red Chuck Taylors (high-tops of course). All the thought, time, and changes almost thwarted in a single unfo...