'Til Death Do Us Part_Brotherhood_Mourning Announcements_Shattered Nightmare
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'Til Death Do Us Part
“I hid Mavis’s keys yesterday.”“Why?”“I dunno. Because … because I’m still angry. And because I know she was going to meet him.”“Jack, we’ve talked about this. You’ve got to stop going over there. It isn’t doing you any good.”“I know, I know…”“If you can’t overcome this hurdle, if you can’t face this part of your past, you’re going to remain stuck. Don’t you want to move on?”“I’m in no hurry.”“Jack…”“Of course I do.”“…but?”“But I just don’t know if I can unless I talk to her. I need to know why she did what she did.”“This has nothing to do with Mavis anymore, Jack. This is about you. You are ...
Brotherhood
Sparks and flashes in every corner of my vision, missile impacts so great they shake the very core of the earth, a sea of bullets whizzing by, just barely missing the heads of our helpless regiment. “ Sarge! They’ve broken through our left flank and are pouring in right on top of us!”Sarge cursed angrily, after a brief pause he spit into dirt and stood up over the bunker cover, firing many rounds into the enemy’s direction. Hot brass and fiery rage spewed from this man, the only person I knew to have such courage to scream in the face of the reaper. He emptied his magazine and kneeled back beh...
Mourning Announcements
“Go talk to Mr.Kirby” This phrase had become a staple in the halls of Jennings High School over the past 7 years. Anytime a deranged juvenile fashions a fist, “Go talk to Mr. Kirby.” If a perplexed minor questioned life, “go talk to Mr. Kirby.” If an aggrieved adolescent gate burst to release a raindrop, “go talk to Mr. Kirby.” Mr. Kirby was the state-renowned, award-winning, school counselor that JHS was blessed to include on the payroll. Top-ranked schools, universities, and established academia all sought the coveted prize of having his astute intellect in their organization. But Mr. Kirby ...
Shattered Nightmare
Trigger warning: Attempted rape, violence, blood Someone was shouting my name: it started from afar, and gradually came closer. It woke me up from a nightmare, the worst one I had in a while. In my dream, I dashed through a dark tunnel attemptwww.onedoor.cced to escape someone chasing me. As I came close to an exist, something thumped my shoulder. I tripped and fell into endless darkness. Waking up from the weightlessness of falling, I immediately felt pain: soreness combined with aching, like I just ran a marathon and fell solid on my face at the goal. My bed was bumpy like it was made of sharped edged ...