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The Monster
This is my worst nightmare. The thought flashed through her head, leaving a ragged trail of torn nerves behind it, and making her hands twitch and fidget. She would fail in her mission, and it would catch her, swallow her up so quickly that she would not even have time to scream. The thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat dulled all other sounds around her until there was nothing else but the beating and the roaring of the blood in ears.A hand to her head, she took a deep shaky breath and tried to organize her thoughts. Her mission, she could not falter now, she could not fail, she could not wa...
Denny's Downfall
Denny's DownfallDenny scrunched down so she wouldn’t see him sitting in the car. He’d borrowed it from his mate Matthew and she’d likely not notice him but he didn’t want to take any chances. Iwww.onedoor.cct’s not like he was officially warned against seeing her; it was her and not the courts setting the parameters here. They’d been a young couple in love not that long ago to his mind anyway. She’d argued that and told him two weeks ago that his reality, and the schemes his brain came up with were beyond comprehension. He really hated when she used big words, it put him right of...
Snowpark
Slightly after the agreed-upon meeting time of 6:15am, their three snowboards were secured in the roof rack Shawna’s Jeep Cherokee. Shawna, the only one with a four-wheel drive car, lived in north Portland close to the highway entrance and developed intractable nausea if she was in the car but not driving, making her the de-facto mountain driver. Unfortunately for her friends Miya and Jamie, who had brought their coffee in thermoses, this also meant they were at the mercy of Shawna demanding to stop at her favorite neighborhood coffee shop. Jamie decided to brave the relentless drizzl...
Hearts of Mine
I don’t know why it always fell to me to clear the loft out. I’m the wrong size and shape for it to start with. Well over six feet tall and quite a way north of twenty stone. Clambering up the ladder and squeezing through the loft hatch is always awkward. And once up there I need a crash helmet to protect my thick head from the low eaves. Apart from a three feet wide strip down the middle, there is nowhere I can stand up straight up there. And of course, everything is stored off of that strip, in the low, dark, angled corners. Additionally, I don’t trust the wooden boards that act as the floo...