Don't Bug Me for a Good Time_Who she used to be_My little collection_Pecan Pie Latte
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Don't Bug Me for a Good Time
His first time was not going well. The crowd was a lot thicker than he had expected it to be. The near darkness was broken up with just a few excruciatingly bright beams of light bouncing around, blinding those that were unaccustomed to such surroundings. The heat from so many gathered bodies huddled so close together was nauseating; mix in the smells of body odor, the sweat dripping down from his neck passed his shoulders down his back, the clouds of smoke from cigarettes and joints that no one cared were against the rules (were there any rules?). He felt light-headed, wondering in the back ...
Who she used to be
Begin audio log:Do you remember the creepy and weird things little kids wwww.onedoor.ccould always tell you? It would be quite random mostly, sometimes they'd just go and say, "I don't like the water mommy, last time I went in there I died."Or uh something like, "Oh-oh daddy I was in that thing and I died, it was terrifying!" Just anything really anything that would make you get a little nervous and have some goosebumps.Though every time they said it, or at least a lot of the times, the parents or really anyone who was around would never believe them since they're just a small child. "Oh, they have a big we...
My little collection
I was walking down the street earlier this week, and then I saw it. I saw it the next day too; the day after that too, and the other and again. Today as well, it came into view. It’s been like this for three months and it bugs what it might be. A wild man who somehow got lost in the city? A burglar who plans to rob me after extracting every single detail about me? No, had that been the case then he could’ve attacked me during my late-night returns. When I first saw it, it was the size of a 5-year-old kid, but as time passed, it grew taller and larger. Nearly two heads bigger than me. What can ...
Pecan Pie Latte
Elise sighed as she watched a spider crawl into the safety of its web in the dusty corner of the coffee shop. The café was as quiet as a classroom on Saturday. No one had come in for hours. Elise gazed out the big window which was the portal to the bustling downtown street. She watched as shoppers and diners strolled right by her aunt’s café. It was a crisp autumn Sunday morning and every business on Main Street was thriving. Every business, except Aunt Edna’s Café. Elise peered around the outdated, yet cozy café her aunt had owned for over 25 years. The chairs were worn out, the cushions sun...