Purrsistence_Forest Monsters_French pastries, gymnastics, a cat, and cigarettes_A Midnight Conversat
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Purrsistence
It started out just like any other Sunday. Mr. Peterson sat at his kitchen table reading his daily paper with the sun as his light through the kitchen window. Every day for the past year, this had been his daily routine. The table was rather bare besides his newspaper, glasses, and his daily cup of coffee from the closest convenience store. The chair next to him remained empty; he would never dare place anything there. Inside the newspaper that day was a portrait a local artist painted of a white daffodil. Her favorite flower. He sighed before putting the paper down. He never felt so alone.“M...
Forest Monsters
“Don’t go, Erin! But if you must, follow the bright red road. DON’T stray off it! Your arrows and bullets won’t save you.”Those words from our village elders echo through my head with every step I take. Now I wish I’d listened to them. Just 100 feet in and the canopy blots out the sky even in brightest day; the mists rising from the wet grounds hide the red road.My crossbow loaded, my sonic canon over my shoulder, knives and grenades on my belt and in my boots, I crouch along in eerie silence. That silence is in contrast to the soft howling we all hear every night. For the last 73 years, the h...
French pastries, gymnastics, a cat, and cigarettes
Opening the friend group chat, he sees a pinned video. He plays it. The video shows him, and his friends – with whom he was about to celebrate New Year – all drunk making New Year’s resolutions. He starts cringing and remembers the pledge that they made last year. Fuck! He slams the table. In the video, he says “So I will get a beautiful black cat, then, I will learn to do a headstand, I will learn how to cook croissants, and I will get rid of shitty people in my life” “But…” The drunk voice of the cameraman protested by saying “how will you prove to us that you have lived up to your New Ye...
A Midnight Conversation
was almost midnight when the call came. Like many others on this pwww.onedoor.ccarticular evening, Frank was still awake. Unlike most people however, it was not a view of Times Square that captivated his attention. Instead, he sat gazing intently at his cellphone, as though he could will it into making a sound. When it finally did, he pressed the accept button before it had finished its first ring. “It’s done?” he asked by way of greeting. “What do you think? You know I don’t make mistakes.” The words might have sounded arrogant, but when spoken by the woman on the other end of the line, they rang only o...