Who I do it for._It Turned Out For the Best_Wallowhole_5 Days
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Who I do it for.
‘Thank you so much for agreeing to do this interview miss Golden’ The young boy looked nervous, nervous the way she had once been nervous during her first interview. She had just published her first book, her first fairy tale retelling, a combination of ‘little red riding hood’ and ‘frau Holle’. Her publisher said it was new, fresh, and needed to be shown to the world, she had done about twenty interviews just for that story alone, but she had always hated interviews. After that first story had been published and the promotion for it was finished, she had only ever done a handful of other inte...
It Turned Out For the Best
It Turned Out For The Best Olivia was so excited. She had been nervous about handing over all of her savings to the travel agent (even though it is supposed to be a bargain vacation) and her reluctance showed as she asked a million questions about the insurance, refunds, medical emergencies and lots of other problems she was ridiculously conjuring up in her head. Like a child she loudly told the man behind the desk of the ‘A Getaway of a Lifetime’ travel agency that she had waited so long for this holiday that absolutely nothing could spoil it, barring getting an illness that resulted in a med...
Wallowhole
That's the thing about this city; you either stand out or become just another face in the crowd. Luther came from a small town in Eastern Kentucky and always dreamed of moving to the city. Luther had fallen in love with the architecture and the big city lights. It was nothing like where he grew up and in fact; it was just the opposite. Wallowhole was a small community that had fields and more fields. The type of placwww.onedoor.cce that you could leave your doors unlocked at night and families leaned on each other during hard times. The type of place that you went to church every Thursday night and twice on...
5 Days
That’s the thing about this city. You'd have to be a psychopath not to need the blur of drugs or booze to censor reality. Ever since I stopped drinking, it's like some guy painted every glob of grease and every smear of grime in this whole damn town with neon colors. Does everyone know what it's really like? If they do, how can they fall asleep at night with anything close to a safe, cozy feeling?It's been five days since my last drink. I haven't slept in two. They said that it slowly gets better, but they're all liars. My stomach feels like someone's wringing it out, like a wet towel. My eyes...