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McGreasters
“That will be $21、78 sir.”The man stares stupidly at me with his small, piggy eyes. Small beads of sweat form on his sausage lips.“What do you mean it’s $18、78, last time It was only $15、32?" I sigh gently and adjust my crinkled GreaseBoy hat.“Last time you did not purchase the Super Duper 28 ounce Tsunami drink with you Big Bad Greazefest meal sir. I’m afraid this bumps your total up to $21、78 sir.”The man’s swollen face turns a brilliant shade of maroon. Drool gushes from his mouth onto the red and white checkered counter, leaving angry drops of slobber.“This is absurd,” he groans. “What kin...
No Good-bye
“But that’s absurd,” Mary said. “Who would expect such a thing?” “He would,” said Gil. “Well he can’t. I forbid it.” “It isn’t up to you, dear. Or us.” Mary and Gil looked at Charlie, their son. He remained silent. He scanned the ceiling high shelves filled with books. ‘Like in the movies,’ he thought. ‘Does anyone actually read these? Or are they props every lawyer gets? Call ‘Office Décor Is Us’.’ He felt tempted to open one, to see if it were real. After reading the will, the lawyer, Mr. Gaines, left them to consult and commiserate. His mother shattered his reverie.www.onedoor.cc “Talk to us Charlie.” H...
Back Home
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The steps were still covered in ivy, the shutters were the same color navy, and the front door was just as inviting as it had been the last time Charlotte was there.When Charlotte was a little girl she would always find herself here in the warmth of her grandmother’s quaint little cottage. Nestled in the trees, her grandmother’s house always smelled of hot chocolate and sugar cookies. Every time she went, Charlotte and her grandmother would play cards, bake, or Charlotte’s grandmother would tell her...
The Culprit Behind My Nightmares.
This is my story, one which I have relived a thousand times through nightmares and very traumatic memories. This time though, I will relive it by giving an explicit account of what happened. I hope by telling it I would have ultimately taken the first step towards healing and hopefully achieving a sense of resolution.Let us rewind back to 2016、 I was just a teenager then; 16 to be precise. A teenager breezing through life with a permanent state of mind,I was in love. There is no deadlier combination than that of a teenager and infatuation. Some say teenagers live selfishly and solely for thems...