Creekwood High_COUPLES NEXT DOOR_Unforgiven_Unhindered
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Creekwood High
"Creekwood high school,school of the tigers has decided to teach the high school seniors basic life survival skills by taking us twenty miles away from the city, ha ha ha can you believe that rubbish? Like I would even bother to go there. To hell with their life survival skills." I told my best friend,carrie. " its takes up 30% of our CGPA, Danny," she replied "What? Who told you that nonsense? Why will they make it 30% of our result?" I asked "Well maybe if you weren't to engrossed checking that useless Instagram page you would have heard principal McCarthy saying that." She raised an eyebro...
COUPLES NEXT DOOR
I was leafing through a magazine down at the vets, while waiting for my sausage dog to emerge from having his balls cut off, when I came across an advert that caught my eye:‘COUPLES WANTED FOR REALITY TV SHOW. £100,000 PRIZE MONEY’A light bulb came on in my head. Bingo. ‘Maybe, I should enter this.’ I thought. ‘I could be on TV.’ There was one glaring drawback, I was single and hadn’t had a girlfriend since Susan Belcher dumped me after I inadvertently squirted ketchup on her high-heeled Converse. Undeterred, I stealthily tore the page from the magazine and stowed it in my co...
Unforgiven
He looked down at his body and saw that he was nicely dressed. There was his favorite tie, the Donald Duck one with the sky-blue background, over a white dress shirt. But where did the dark-blue wool suit come from? Someone must have bought it especially for the funeral.His finger tips and palms ran down the cloth. It felt warm and fuzzy to the touch. He kept his hands over his ribs for a moment, lost in the sensation.Thewww.onedoor.ccn all of a sudden he felt a distinctly cool breeze on his backside. Not through clothing, but directly accosting and soothing the bare skin of his back and buttocks. Instinct...
Unhindered
I’m not sure what to feel. What is normal to feel. As I watch him approach me by the gas station on 204th Street, I notice that I feel clammy. Yeah, that’s it: I feel nervous. My heartbeat tingles in my fingers, light, fast; my eyes dart to the cars on the street as I stand there, waiting. Awkwardly. I shove my sweaty hands into the pockets of my jeans. He’s too close for me to ignore him now. He’s aged. No surprise, but it’s a strange provocation to the image of him that I’ve crystallized throughout the years. Maybe it’s the loss of the beard - I can see the hard lines set around his mouth. H...