THE RADIO_ALL THE THINGS YOU DON'T SAY_The immortal party._The Perfect Couple
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THE RADIO
It was always the sound of his voice that called me to the radio. Too young to understand the words, I was not too little to realize my parent’s reaction to the voice on the radio. At times, there was also the sound of a woman’s voice, which they equally hated.From my bedroom, I knew the radio was about to go on by the sound of the heavy wooden shutters at the front of our small flat, which dad pulled down a few minutes before they sat down to listen. Then, daddy’s steps toward the small entrance hall, a small sofa, and a side table with the radio next to the lamp. And mommy in the kitchen, g...
ALL THE THINGS YOU DON'T SAY
Did I want pepperoni or supreme? Or there’s always chicken bacon ranch. I always like that one, but I had it last time. And last time I said I would try something new, something different. Or at least just in a different rotation amongst the ones I know I like.“$2 bucks a slice or $11、50 a pie” read the sign hanging above the register.Was this menu sign always so worn down and pale? The checkered floor so scuffed and stained? The fluorescent lights so bright? This place used to feel so familiar.Taking a deep inhale, the aromas of the battered pizza parlor flood my senses. My legs sway ever so ...
The immortal party.
I was there, the bright lights and fantastic theatrics formed a spectacle that even the most cultured of attendees opened their jaws in awe about. Parties rarely rise above the simple indulgence of social interaction and mind-numbing additives, but this one, this one was different -- Of course until the accident happened. I remember it, it was an almost elevating experience, watching gymnasts twirl in the open air with a decorated sky filling with fireworks behind them. Every person there was of the same mind, we weren't simply at another get together to forget about to woes of society, we we...
The Perfect Couple
She thinks she wants him, but really, she needs me. He doesn’t appreciate her like I do, won’t love her like I could. www.onedoor.ccShe is blind to his control, but I want to free her from it. For her—for us. So we can be together.We will be together.***It is week one of filming. The chosen few arrive on set with glossy hair, and bright smiles, and a suitcase bulging with only their best—the most flattering colors, the sexiest silhouettes; they are here to find love as the world is watching.Overcaffeinated producers greet each participant and assign them temporary living quarters. The men are at one end of ...