A Hard Pill to Swallow_It’s all its quacked up to be_Forbidden Grace_Trusted
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A Hard Pill to Swallow
Trigger warning: allusions to sexual assault, kidnapping, muggingDon’t shoot the messenger, it wasn’t my idea to begin with. I was forced to go along on the ride but I admit it wasn’t our first go-around. We had done this plenty of times before with a lot more unsuspecting people. So in a way, she can’t really blame herself. She was forced into this game just like I was. It didn’t always start out this way. The four us use to be real cool. We would hang out all www.onedoor.ccday and have dreams of the life we wanted, visions of the future. I guess those dreams were too hard to bear and they had to make them...
It’s all its quacked up to be
I remember the duck pond, it was my reward, escape, and serenity. Watching the ducks was oddly calming; believe it or not they have their own little personalities and dramas. The one with the emerald green head was always chasing the brown and black speckled one with the furious honk. Teamwork was the deal of the day when someone put seed out – each wobbling up onto the bank and eating from the communal table. This was how people were supposed to get along- not kicking, screaming, fighting and terrified. ---My father and stepmother never should have been parents. Denise was a daughter of an...
Forbidden Grace
I am happy here. There are trees, some tall and some small, some with fruit and some with flowers. There are flowers in so many bright and beautiful colors and...the sun, it feels so good on my face. I like to lay in the soft grass and feel the sun on my skin, warm and tingly. I watch the birds fly across the sky, and land in the trees. They talk to eachother in different sounds--loud, sharp, and quiet. I watch the squirrels and the rabbits and the foxes and the fish in the water, but most of the time, I watch the horses. They run so fast and they look so beautiful. They make me feel...someth...
Trusted
“I would like to thank all of you for coming tonight... today. You’ll have to excuse me; I’m somewhat disoriented by the latest events to descend on our community. Professor Brown, although a man of few words, did utter some memorable ones. “Insane Sanity,” if you remember any of his lectures, was a topic he enjoyed, I believe more than any of the other topics he explored. He never however actually explained what the term, or expression, “Insane Sanity” actually meant. He was of course adept at using that technique to make us think for ourselves, questions our facts. If there ever was a person...