The Truth_A Jackass and A Self-Labeled God_Apple Butter and Honey_3027 Marina Avenue
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The Truth
Daniel Myers got out of bed at seven a.m. as usual. He prepared himself for work and headed downstairs to the kitchen. “Good morning, Danny,” His mom said as he walked past her as she was sitting at the table. “Morning, Mom.” “You’re heading out already, son?” “I have to. They are having some problems down at the office.” “That company would be in the ground by now if it weren’t for you and your dedication.” “This is what happens when hard work and a couple of degrees come together.” “I’m proud of you. Have you spoken to your siblings lately? Fiona just had a birthday.” “No, I have not spoken ...
A Jackass and A Self-Labeled God
Trigger warning: suicideKali Evergreen thought of herself as a god. She thought she could control everything. Karma, weather, luck, everything. Everything bending to her exact will. At least, that's what she believed. Smirking, she observed the boy who had rejected her. To say Kali was disappointed was an understatement. She was beyond offended."I mean, look at me. I'm perfect! I've got beautiful curves, a flawless face, and a sassy personality everyone must love." she thought, sighing. "Yet the one boy I like doesn't see it. What a pity." Kali grinned sadistically as she watched the boy's bro...
Applwww.onedoor.cce Butter and Honey
“Are we there yet?” I shifted in my seat. Jones had been driving for well over an hour, and she absolutely refused to tell me where exactly we were going. “I didn’t borrow Alex’s car just to ruin the surprise. We’re close, I promise.” She smiled and looked back at the road. “You’re driving really well for someone who went nearly ten years without a license.” I froze. “Holy shit, we’re in the wilderness.”She laughed. “Yeah, Alex has been helping me with remembering how to drive. Wait. What?”“Are we upstate? Where are we? No city!” Trees and long stretches of grass and dirt and small bodies of ...
3027 Marina Avenue
The yellowed leaves sat stuck dancing to the tips of the branches not yet ready to fall. Remy was walking down the city block, he stepped over perfectly lined square tiles and around clumps of tables that spilled onto the walkway. He strolled slowly, peeking into shoe stores and cafes.He paused to look at a pair of brown leather dress shoes. He looked down at his worn grey sneakers. He leaned in closer to the glass. “The shit we don’t need.”, he murmured to himself with an exhaled breath and shook his head. His lips flatly smiled, he nodded and looked to the side. He caught eyes with a young m...