Luscinia_Purpose_Homeowner's Association_Nuclear Horses
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Luscinia
After a fierce fight between her and her husband, she locks herself in her room and starts crying hysterically. She feels as if she is shattered into pieces. Years after years, she fights to survive. Her mere existence is unbearable to her family. Her only guilt is being alive. She wishes to die and ends her suffering. She always thinks that being alive is an honor that she does not deserve. Her thoughts are always unkind to her. The others not only make her loath her own soul, but also be her own enemy. Her heavy heart makes her feel numb. After two hours with her evil thoughts, she ...
Purpose
My name is Pulchra, but they call me D. I know they love me but did they have to remind me of how much of a daddy’s child I was? If there’s anyone that’s ever shown me love, it’s that man. Where I come from …. Actually, I don’t remember where I come from. Right now I’m standing in the cold mud of a slimy pond with my backpack on my aching front. The sky is … not blue. Or maybe it is. I can’t tell. The clouds cover it and thus it would be a lie to assume that the sky above the clouds is not blue. Let me start over. My name is Pulchra Panemorfi. I’m a girl. I hate cold and grimy faces and I lo...
Homeowner's Association
The headlights sliced through the viscous gloom as the van pulled up alongside the curb. Shadows enshrouded the house, the windows like half-lidded eyes. The driver killed the engine.“Well, here we are, Mr Gracen. Home sweet home. I suppose we better get on with it, eh, Barry?” Terry nudged his coworker, who had snoozed for the latter half of the journey. He woke with a start. “Wake up, man! You’ll have time to sleep when you’re dead.”“Mm? Wha?” Barry yawned and stretched.Terry gave Monty a wan smile. “I hope you’ll excuse the idle chit-chat, gotta get back to the missus, what with it being so...
Nuclear Horses
Back when I was a kid, I would always hear all of these excitingly horrifying anecdotes about the apocalypse. It was like some lonely writer was crouched over their computer just typing away as they concocted the zaniest theories that one could imagine, then they spread the theories throughout the lunch room in middle school to both entertain the students, and freak out their parents.For the most part, it was a lot of fun, trying to figure out how humanity would kick the bucket. Everyone had their own ideas of what would happen, but we all put them to the side and get swept up in the latest do...