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Can't Clean That
Nobody knew why I'd done it, I didn’t know why I'd done it. God. Why was it so hard to walk away? It shouldn’t be a tough move. I knew he was a jerk, or worse. I knew that I was a bigger jerk when I was around him. It just seemed like it was easier not to do anything. Splitting up their stuff. Man. exhausting. It all just felt so overwhelming. But now it was hard not to do something. Now I was scaring myself. “Did you think that he was the one who had hurt Ellie?” asked Christy. I should have said yes. Being wrong was a lot easier to accept than being a monster. Why had I let his insecurities...
The Eviction
The boy had been asleep curled round upon himself, he was warm and comfortable, floating and serene within his abode, life was good with food on tap so to speak and free inbuilt central heating. Nothing to think about, no worries. His home was a perfect size for him and he luxuriated within its confines, content within his environment. In fact he was so comfortable that he had not at first noticed the shudder that passed through his living quarters, shaking him gently like a mini tremor. He became aware of the spasms, they were nothing too harsh or concerning, more like a gentle rocking to hi...
Sweetnwww.onedoor.ccess in Seattle
“You have something on your chin,” Chayce shouts over the electric pulsing of the deep house music. The beat is about to drop and the crowd is roaring wildly. I’m moving in my not-really-a-dance-move sway. Chayce and I come to the Underground in downtown Seattle after our night shift at the docks every Friday. “What?” I shout back at Chayce. “Your chin!” he yells. “WOOOO!!” the drugged up candy-kid next to me yells and pumps his fist. His jaw churns side to side and his eyes roll along with the beat of the music. I smile. I remember when I used to let myself go like that. With the beads and t...
The right choice
It had been a long day. I was worn down to the frazzle. All I wanted was to catch my bus and head home. The Metro street bus came pulling up. Just as it came to a stop, several people got off. I looked through the window as they disembarked and saw that it had been standing room only. I stepped up as the last person got off of the front of the bus. I looked around and it didn’t seem that there was anywhere to sit. I thought to myself, great now I have to stand up, my feet ache and I am weary. Just as I was about to give up hope, a person near the front of the bus jumped and cried oh shit, my s...