Pilot_Oscillations_A La Carte_Fighter Girl
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Pilot
Maybe Einstein was onto something. It was insane to try the same thing over and over expecting better results. Yet there she was, year in and out, resolving to become genuinely happier. To be able to look in the mirror and not completely hate herself. To say, hey, that girl is someone worth knowing. For years it was in vain. Her parents held her soul in a box, taped closed with a shipping label to Depression. There it'd sit until January, taking a plane ticket funded off ignorant optimism, back to some sort of neutral land of existence. There it'd make travel plans to Happy, only to be cancel...
Oscillations
Fern stopped tinkering with the round button of her oscilloscope. She removed her heavy headset and glanced at the window in her back, where the shadows of dark oaks were dancing under the crescent moon.Nothing.She frowned, replaced her headset and dove back into the fluorescent waves of her screen. Another knock on the window. Fern took off her headset and stepped away from her computer.She slid up the windowpane and ducked her head outside. Her messy hair shivered in the wind as she looked at the gutter and blackened tiles under her window. Nothing in sight, not even a bat or a stone, althou...
A La Cartewww.onedoor.cc
The menu hit the table with a soft thud.“It’s all in there, I’ve done everything you asked.” His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edges of the table. He leaned in his blue eyes locked onto hers. “Now leave me, and my family, alone.”“I…”“I don’t want to hear it Sarah, it’s over.” He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, “I’ve got your photo, if I ever hear from you again, I’m handing it all over.” He let go of the table and wiped his hands on his blue jeans. Straightening up he ran his fingers through his sandy hair and headed for the door.She watched him go, mouth open, the fork stopped ...
Fighter Girl
I couldn’t tell if it was actually snowing or if the drifting snowflakes were just coming from the snow laden trees from yesterday’s dump of snow. I stared at the drifting little flakes of light wondering if it we might still get a snow day. When I realized how brightly the sun was shining, I gave up that hope.My phone pinged with a message from Jessica. “Wanna hang out this aft?”I said ok, but actually I didn’t want to. I didn’t really know who my friends were any more.At Ringette practice last week, I heard some of the girls talking about a group chat, but they stopped talking when I came ar...