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For Her
Jessie and Mary are identical twins. They look so much alike that ever since they were young, they perfected the ability to impersonate each other, fooling even their mother. However, they left such pranks aside, long ago. They are not children anymore. They are young adults now and their personalities have grown very different.Jessie is in art school, she’s laid-back and likes to think she’s the fun sister, but Mary doesn’t like her sister’s idea of fun. Mary is the “good” twin, at least that’s what their mother says. Jessie thinks her sister is entitled and acts superior, especially since s...
Me and my mirror
Whatever that can go wrong went wrong for Ram on that fateful day. In the morning, he was fired from his job for showing up five minutes late. In the afternoon, his wallet, with all his money, and his phone was stolen. In the evening, his girlfriend dumped him, and in the process, went out without paying for the snacks, which he had to repay by giving the watch and asking the owner of the restaurant to have his watch until he repays the ill, to which the owner happily accepted. It was almost 7 PM in the evening when he came home. After staring at the mirror blankly for an hour, he broke down a...
Casual Witchery
It had been about six months since we began our classwww.onedoor.cces at the local metaphysical supply store. My friend and myself decided it would be fun to buy some crystals and sage for our new apartment. As third-year students at the local state university in southern Wisconsin, our new pad had to have the right mix of edge and sex appeal – we can finally bring guys over without the prying eyes of residential advisers, randomly or selected roommates. Naturally, the décor was the first step in setting the mood and teenage angst demanded an alternative lifestyle. The metaphysical classes came bundled with...
The 9th Life
CW: Substance abuse & brief (non-graphic) animal violence.I keep seeing the black cat. She’s been appearing outside my apartment every morning, sitting on the stone wall next to my now vacant parking spot, seemingly waiting for me. The first day I barely noticed her; I was pretty hungover, despite it being a Wednesday. The night before I had read through all my old text messages with Jared, and somehow polished off an entire bottle of wine while I scrolled and ugly-cried into a family-sized bag of M&Ms. Safe to say the cat wasn’t really on my radar the next morning as I passed the spot where I...