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Delayed
Selena Myers knew that today was going to be a nightmare as soon as she got out of bed. Truth be told, she hated traveling because of stuff like this, and today only added fuel to the fire. First, she burned the ever-loving sweet Jesus out of the blueberry muffin she’d been saving, next the Uber was late, and now the train was, well, somewhere in maintenance limbo. It was supposed to only take 30 minutes, give or take, to get from Boston’s South Station to Providence, Rhode Island. Now, thanks to the traffic and train gods, it was going to take all day. South Station was probably supposed to b...
When Leave Means Stay
CW: suicidal ideationSal supposes that drive-in restaurants are the closest thing to heaven. Everyone drowns their problems in chili sauce and soft serve, in grease and sugar. It’s all conveniently brought to their car window, where they are at liberty to spill as much of it in their laps as they wish; it’s like having dinner in a bathtub. In this Kentucky town, there is God at church and God at A&W.Sal and his friends, Katie and Dominic, sit atop a table outside. The October breeze is oddly warm on their faces. They chose A&W because it is within walking distance of the main road where the h...
The Regulars
Not everyone loves their job; hell, MOST people don’t love their jobs, especially jobs like mine. I worked for minimum wage, got customers with crazy complicated orders who yelled at me for the simplest mistakes, and cleaned up after lazy coworkers. There were many reasons to hate my job. But I don’t see it that way. Well, at least not all the time because, believe me, I do love to complain. I started my career as a barista only five short months ago, and although being a barista is a silly dream job, being a barista really is my calling. Much to my mother’s dismay, when I started raving abou...
Arguments
Ripley crept the door shut as she entered the loft she shared with her roommates. She had an air of cigarettes, rum, and a risky night. It was rare she allowed herself such impulsivity, but when she did she looked like discord. A small, elegant, woman who had chosen to spend her time in dim places. The cheap smells and unattached men that drifted to her formed a separate identity from the Ripley of the day. A voice interrupted her hungover thoughts.“I’m so ----ing disappointed in you,” Alison snarled in anger and fear as she marched across the room. The sunlight streamed in at sevwww.onedoor.ccen in the mor...