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Social cage
TW: suggestion of abusewww.onedoor.cc, profanity People love making false assumptions, judging people based on nothing. They think they’re intuitive when really they’re too lazy to actually figure someone out. Trust me I’ve experienced this exact notion for most of my life. I’m basically the founder of the “ ignorant asshole theory.”As of right now, I’m experiencing this exact thing. My friend invited me out to a club, something so not my scene. She pleaded with me to go, spewing reasons I should attend like “you love partying” and “c’mon you love meeting new people.” That’s like telling a Germaphobe to...
Merry Spacemen
The cockpit of the fringers’ freighter rocked violently, as a portion of cargo in its hold shook loose and slammed against the bulkhead. Warning beacons and alarms blinked and panicked across the ship’s dashboard and heads-up displays like the desert lights of old Las Vegas. A shrill klaxon sounded as the vessel’s commander tried to hold her ship on course, but suddenly the bulky transport was outside the Q-space shipping lane and tumbling wildly through the void. If the pilot and co-pilot were not strapped in they would’ve found themselves being slammed between the cockpit’s floor, walls, and...
Bolt from the blue
“Are you there God? It’s me.”I was kneeling on a red cushion in a pew in the cathedral with the soft light from the stained glass bathing me in a rainbow of colours that contrasted with my white shirt, black trousers, and grey jacket. My long nose touched my fingers clenched together in a determined hope for help. My thumbs were leaving blemishes on my chin. The echoes of far-off footfalls from the other visitors to this immense interior reverberated up and down each of the thirty rows of seating behind me. I looked up at the altar and made eye contact with the figure. The faint whiff of candl...
Henry's Picnic Blanket
Henry's Picnic BlanketWe’ve all seen that sad, pathetic figure dining alone at a small table in a darkened corner of a restaurant, a flickering candle giving off just enough light so that all can learn the identity of the lonesome soul. What might strike you as even more sad, more pathetic, would be the image of Henry walking alone, in broad daylight, unabashed, across a grassy field carrying a colorful blanket and a large woven wood picnic basket. He may have even welcomed recognition so that the whole world could bear witness to his sorry state and perhaps offer a modicum of sympathy for th...