A year in a nightmare_It's Not My Book_Spring Break in Kansas_The Stealthy Thief
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A year in a nightmare
One year. 365 days. 5www.onedoor.cc2 weeks. Twelve months. That is how long I have been trapped in a single room, with them. The Wyatts are a seemingly nice family until a pandemic hits and everybody gets trapped together waiting for it to end. I thought they were super nice taking me in but I was wrong.Day One the deadly virus starts. The news report was being blasted on all television channels and radio stations warning of a deadly virus. A shelter in place order was being put into effect as well as a mandatory lockdown. My parents were doctors, so they were right in the middle of everything and not aloud...
It's Not My Book
It was just a regular day of me waking up taking a shower, quickly scarfing down a piece of toast so my stomach won’t be too loud whilst I’m in the library! You see, when you don’t have a life you cherish those simple things a little more. I’m not saying that if you go to the library you’re automatically pegged as someone who doesn’t have a life, I’m just saying for me, that is exactly the case. I’m an introvert to the highest degree! If there were an award show yearly I’m sure I would be nominated for “Person most likely to never leave the house ever again”. The sad part is I wouldn’t even b...
Spring Break in Kansas
Spring break kicked off like it did every year. Horny college kids arrived by the truckloads. Most of them were already drunk by the time they parked and checked into their condos. Our little Florida beach town was pretty laid back most of the year, but every March when the spring breakers descended, all hell broke loose.A lot of us locals grumbled and complained, but we all knew the town relied on the influx of money they brought in every year. A symbiotic relationship had formed over the years, and now we needed each other. They needed a place to drink, snort, shoot, fuck, and party. We need...
The Stealthy Thief
The buzzer rings – three quick pulses. Then another long one… This cannot be good. We don’t get very many visitors and the ones who do come normally just knock on the door. The last time the buzzer rang, it was some man who said he was here to do a “wellness check”. Strangely, Mom had not seem overly concerned but it was a very unpleasant half hour for my brother and me.Time to go hide behind the curtains where you can still hear and maybe even sneak a peek without revealing your presence.Mom ambles her way slowly to the front door. She clicks open the three locks in succession and pulls the d...