Hell House_Permanency Plans_Powdered Donut_God is manic
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Hell House
I put on my hazmat suit before I left. Once I zipped up my suit, once I double checked the mask, once I smeared numbing cream in my nostrils, I drove to Mother’s house. She wouldn’t be there. No one lived there. No one could live there anymore. My brother Hank named the mansion Hell House when he was fourteen, and even Mother calls it that now.After an hours drive, the giant brown building waited for me at the end of the street. My thrice gloved hand pressed a button and the gate creaked open. The “Condemned Building: Do Not Enter Premises Due to Serious Health Risk,” sign vanished along with...
Permanency Plans
Serena brushed her hair for the fourth time in an hour and nervously straightened her skirt. She looked at herself critically in the mirror and decided that it would have to do. She then turned her attention to the room she was standing in. This was the “boys’ room,” signified by the blue décor. She slept in the other bedroom of the Gonzalez house, which was the “girls’ room” and was decorated entirely in pink. At the moment, she was sharing the room with another foster child named Natalie, who was nice enough but had nightmares and woke Serena up sometimes at night with her screaming and cry...
Powdered Donut
Insane. Mad. Idiotic. Those were a few of the words that were tossed around when Sheila told her family that she’d cashed in her retirement and bought an aging inn on Mount Olympus in Greece. But as she stepped out of the stone and thatched building with her steaming cup of coffee and breathed in the clear, clean scent of mountains, snow, and freedom---she couldn’t find an ounce of care for their opinions. She’d left her high-stress job and her low-class fiancé in the city. Sold her immense collection of designer shoes, and packed only what would fit in a suitcase before hopping on a flight a...
God is manic
“I wonder what it would take to live your life hypomanic all the time,” I pondered openly as I smoked a cigarette gazing out from the fence clad balcony with a cup of coffee sitting next to me and John sitting across the table. “Would that be good?” John asked without moving his gaze from the brick wall behind me. “That would be great, wouldn’t it? I mean think about it, hypomanic all the time, all that energy all the time.”“All the misery too,” he added and looked at me with dark bags under hiswww.onedoor.cc tired blue eyes and he brushed his hair aside and stood up and stretched after one of my cigarettes...