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“So what did you expect with a name like that?,” the therapist continued. “Oh, I don’t know, I never put much credence in any of that stuff. They’re just stories. Biblical or mythological, what’s the difference?”“Well maybe, but you’ve gotta admit it is a little weird, you being named for him. I mean ‘Job,’ what were your parents thinking anyway?”“Apparently they weren’t.”“So, how can we, you, deal with all this? How can you streamline your life to better slide uneventfully through your days?”“I can try to maintain a lower profile and not draw attention to myself, but honestly things just seem...
Dear Elena
Trigger warning: suicide ideationPutting something inside of a time capsule was something that Brandon knew was supposed to be fun, but he didn’t feel that way about it. In fact, he had been planning this for weeks now.“Brandon,” his friend Elena said, bringing him out of his trance, “what are you putting in your capsule?”“We’re not supposed to tell, Elena, remember?”“Well, yes, but- oh, you’re no fun.” She frowned. He almost wanted to tell her. Elenawww.onedoor.cc, this is exactly what I’m doing! But then she’d be concerned, and if not scared. She would tell somebody then, and Brandon’s whole plan would cr...
Justice Takes the Piss
TW: swearing, duh“Speak now or forever hold your pee,” said a judge made of flame and the burning feeling that you have when you’ve just vomited samples of every meal for the last week. “Don’t you mean speak now or forever hold your peace?” asked the defendant. He was the memory of a middle aged Caucasian man wrapped in a body of smoke and forgetfulness. “No, Saint, I do not. Every punishment is fitted to the psyche of the defendant. Apparently you have a mortal fear of wetting yourself. Hence, if found guilty, you will be forever suspended on the edge of losing control of your bladder, unable...
Say Yes to Life
Act I"So, what's the catch?" These words flashed across my brain in bubbly, bright neon letters. But what actually came out of my mouth was…"Yes."Why do I do this to myself? Always the 'people pleasure.' I don't know what it is, but saying yes always feels so good. Plus, it feels easier to be agreeable with people rather than trying to do the silly back-and-forth dance of an actual conversation. I hate talking to people. Talking to other people is entirely dull and meaningless. It's so much better to be in my own head. Much more fun and vibrant place, and people make it beige and boring."I'm s...