Little Angel_The Ballad of Major Tom_Wishing for sunsets_Mr. Douglas
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Little Angel
He was yelling and throwing food at dinnewww.onedoor.ccr again last night.“You made mashed potatoes! I hate mashed potatoes! I wanted French fries!” I’ve grown to hate the sound of his voice, not to mention the look of his hate-filled, beady little eyes.“You had French fries yesterday, Jack,” I answered calmly.“I don’t care!” he screamed, “I wanted French fries today! And you made mashed potatoes! It’s not fair!”I looked at Ellen, sitting across the table from me and next to Jack. But she was looking at her phone with headphones on, as usual.“Just because you didn’t get exactly what you wanted,” I told him,...
The Ballad of Major Tom
“Good morning, Houston... A precursory check on readings, show all systems are nominal on this fine morning… Well, my body clock says it’s morning – even though, I’m encircling the Earth at seventeen and a half thousand miles per hour, I’ll probably see sixteen mornings before your day is done.” “…Copy, Major. We hear you loud and clear and congratulations on the inaugural deployment of FODOC, Space Force’s first Forward Operational Defending Orbital Command…” “…Hey Mac, why the formal greeting?” “Sorry Tom, orders… We have a developing situation down here and the president placed us into DEF...
Wishing for sunsets
I can still remember the first time I saw my mom shoot up. I must have been 4 or 5、 I hardly remember anything about that age but I remember the candle burning on the coffee table, the lights were low in the apartment and the thing I remember most is the smell as she put the spoon underneath the flame. It was pungent, vinegar with a hint of smoke. To this day I can’t stomach anything with vinegar. Being that young I was just sucked into the image as the flame engulfed the bottom of the spoon. It just hit it and moved around the edges like it was trying to eat it. My mom would pass out on th...
Mr. Douglas
Arnold Douglas finds himself thrust from the balcony of his penthouse suite, wearing nothing but his luxurious white mulberry silk robe, erratically flailing at his side as if they were the wings of Icarus. Post sun. And, clutching an ancient solid gold Mayan artifact, which he purchased for a pretty penny, that he managed to swipe back from his assailant, who snatched it from his neck as they shoved him over the edge.He wasn't a few feet down from the balcony when he felt like time had slowed. A bottle of Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru spilled from above next to a plate of hardly-touched na...