Love, Secrets, and Rock 'n Roll_Robert White_In the House_The Invisible Anklets
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Love, Secrets, and Rock 'n Roll
The Olsons were known far and wide for one thing and one thing only: rock music. This family produced some of the biggest legends in rock history and every member wore that fact like a badge of honor. Yet, for as much time as they spent in the blinding flashes of the paparazzi and the constant interviews, for as known as their names were in every house, rock-loving or otherwise, for as documented as their lives were, there was one secret that none of them were ever willing to talk about. A secret that was buried so deep that you would need an oil drill to reach it. Even whispering about it co...
Robert White
Rob White Bennet was pissed. Not at anyone, or anything in particular, just at life. He lost his job from a company he'd been with for thirty years. He’d made a mistake; hired a person who’d embarrassed the company. Someone hawww.onedoor.ccd to be the ‘fall-guy’. It was him. His wife left him two days later. He couldn't help but recall a conversation overheard from her at a recent party, "Rob's job is to bring home the money and take out the trash. Lately, he's screwing both up."Personally embarrassing, he couldn't find a job. The feedback most often received disturbed him. Over qualified. Crap, they just d...
In the House
‘It’s evil. I can feel it. Feel it in every stone - evil it is.’ ‘What rubbish. A house, or any other building, cannot be evil. Men who transgress the laws of our good Lord are evil. Whether any such men, or indeed women, have ever resided in this house we shall not know but if so their wickedness cannot seep into its structure. You are a foolish child to believe it could be so.’Mother I turn away from my sullen daughter. Why she thinks such things I cannot imagine. She scowls at me. In a fit of temper she wrests the cap from her head and throws it to the stone floor. The flour from her hands ...
The Invisible Anklets
“ chum, chum ...chum, chum” the sound of anklet bells could be heard distinctly. I opened my eyes to see the alarm clock on my bedside showing half past midnight. I thought may be it was my imagination playing tricks , the after effect of a horror story which I read in a off beat magazine bought few days back. An eerie silence followed. I wrapped my comforter more closely , shut my eyes tight and tried to sleep.“ Hello, good morning. Time to wake up and get ready”, came the polite instructions from my roommate Asha, who was a regional language teacher and I taught science . Both of us had joi...