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Perfection is Ignorance
TW: gore, murderIn Carson City, the savory smell of Italian spices permeates the air as hungry customers scarf down their favorite meals in Georginio’s Italian Restaurant. Never one to be late, Alex arrives thirty minutes early, and is seated at his private balcony sixty feet high overlooking the beautiful city. He sits with his head held high and brushes his jet-black hair with his fingers; making sure that every strand is in place. Feeling satisfied, he reaches down, and triple checks his brand-new silk tie to make sure it’s perfectly straight. Nothing must be out of place, for perfection is...
Hitch-Hikers Cake
‘I don’t know how much more of this heat I can take,’ thought the boy as he trudged along the deserted road. Not one car had passed him since setting out that morning, and he was beginning to think he would have been better staying under that bridge, that he’d called home for the last week.‘At least there had been water and some shelter from this god damn sun.’ Looking back out of habit, he noticed in the distance a cloud of dust coming towards him, and suddenly his www.onedoor.cchopes went up.Even though the driver couldn’t have helped but see his lonely figure on the road in front of them, the boy still w...
Sisterly Love, Sisterly Hate
We have grown up together. We…like each other, right? We…played together growing up. We shared our mother’s lap, both our heads simultaneously on each of her breasts as our tiny breaths inhaled and exhaled as we slept. We shared in the grief of her death, entwined in a sisterly, mournful hug, our braids on each other’s shoulders. It took a while to let go. We were afraid if we did, one of us would be gone too. Sister… *** Mother’s death was not easy, of course. Now came a long battle that I dreaded ever since she came down with that sickness. Servants came in and out quickly, in a blur, their...
Find the bum
When Allan took his final inhale, the cherry on the joint burned to its cream-toned crutch, and ash-tainted air rushed to the back of his throat. The rank taste made him purse his lips and lap at his mouth like a dog. As his tongue flipped around his gums, it streaked across his teeth, where he thought he felt the ridges of decaying enamel. In between pinched fingers, he raised the joint in front of him for inspection, but he was downwind, near a smoky campfire, and things were challenging to see.Allan had the makings of what Sara wanted in a husband. Tall, six feet, athletic, he dressed bette...