Nothing Worth a Song or Dance About_A Club Story_Eternity_Last-Minute Revelations
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Nothing Worth a Song or Dance About
CONTENT WARNING; mental health, self harm, swearing The person in number 5 Orpheus Lane has a scar, at least that was what they all said. “A scar?” Hamish thought to ask when he was told, his voice filled with the sort of tone that showed quite clearly, he considered this to be about as noteworthy as the mayors’ new haircut or any other of the nonsense drivel that seemed to drive the town of Rosebridge. “Aye, a scar” said Mrs Flannagan, shaking her head disapprovingly her thin lips pursed “but not just any old scar I will tell you that, a very odd scar indeed. How did you describe it Gail?” s...
A Club Story
CW: mild adult content“Would you mind? Val?” said Charles, casually waving an empty glass in the young man's direction. Attentions focused momentarily as the group waited to see what he would do. Cindy’s eye’s, deliberately dilated with just the smallest drop of ecstasy, reflected silver in the strobing club lights. Val checked in the act of replacing the stopper on a small bottle, his long, white fingers poised. With a small smile he slid it into an inner pocket and took the glass.Cindy’s hand tightened slightly on Jennifer’s arm. The music was so loud, and so deep, that the cross she wore ...
Eternity
"Are you there God? It's me." When I awoke, there was someone on the bed. I hadn’t slept too well and I mostly sensed the intruder’s presence by the pressure he applied on the box spring than by seeing who he was. Then my eyes adjusted to the semi darkness and I realized that it was God who had come to visit me. This put me in a kind a stupor. Why was God so near that I could touch his clothing? Well, more like drapery than sensible clothes. He had plenty of beard and hair, both white. Still, he looked younger than me,www.onedoor.cc all dressed up in one outfit the same color as my blanket.I couldn’t think ...
Last-Minute Revelations
1486 wordsRated PG; injury, violencePrompt: End your story with the line, “I’m never going out with you again.”Author's note: This story is inspired by a prompt written by An Avid Writers Scratchpad on Tumblr.We all have our roles in this world, perhaps not strictly followed. However, there is a difference between straying slightly from your assigned path, and ping headfirst into the lake next to it, as the following will highlight. The hero was lying on the ground, face first in the snow. They kept their eyes closed. Maybe, if they tried hard enough, they could become a part of the snow. Get ...