Struck a Chord_GHOSTED_A Harrowing Halloween_my ugly little husband
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Struck a Chord
Looking back, it could have gone either way. It didn’t work out, which makes it look like fate, or a stupid decision, or both. But at the time, I did have a few things in my favor. I had everything in my name, sole access to the vault, and a clear conscience. The ending of a business partnership is taxing: physically, emotionally, spiritually, and financially. It feels just like a breakup: arguments are spat, tears are shed, and the yearning for closure. My mother warned me about the risks of running a business. I’m not looking forward to hearing her say: “I told you so.” Ugh, just save it and...
GHOSTED
She's human... he's odd ‼So odd, and not so sure what he is.Rome, 1971"Help! Someone please help me... please!"Tired feet ran through the woods in the dead of the night, and loud breathing rang. The strong malodor of smoke and awful stench of burnt bodies ruled the night, while ouzels danced in the gray clouds."Anyone? Please help me. Help me!"A loud laughter erupted as the black birds hovered low. "You will not get away from me,""No, please. No!!!" A piercing cry came, and was... no more!>>>PRESENT DAYI never really thought about how things were going to be when they went extreme. I wasn't ...
A Harrowing Halloween
October 31st, a time of spooks, scares, tricks and treats. It was Henry’s least favorite time owww.onedoor.ccf year and holiday, it was even worse that now he was a ghost. “Everyone just looks idiotic and get a laugh at other people’s expense!” Henry floated around the room and vented. “Everything is overpriced so people can make a quick buck!” A calm voice responded “Now, how does that make you feel?” “Infuriated, frustrated just- AUGH!” Henry’s anger burned bright. “Very good, let it flow out.” “How do you deal with it? Don’t you have something that you despise with a passion?” “I think you are ignoring ...
my ugly little husband
I’m lying in bed, just me, next to my ugly little husband. Aw, I’m being mean, aren’t I? He’s not that bad, just hairy around the neck and soft in the belly, and his face isn’t too symmetrical. But I’ve seen worse. And I’m used to it all, the way his nose folds into his lip, his hair sticks out by the ears. It’s comfortable, comforting, like the horrible wallpaper at Grandma’s house. It’s just that tattoo that bothers me. He sleeps shirtless, so when I’m awake at night, I always see it, a penguin on the left side of his ribcage. He was drunk one night in college, and his buddies roped him into...