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Tsk Tsk: An Allegory
Tsk, Tsk An AllegoryFor centuries, the venerable Cobblestone streets had seen hordes of invaders, gatherings of soldiers, and raucous celebrations of victory. And in their peaceful present times, they heard the throes and misery of death songs, the winks and squeals of living, and the pangs and joys of childbirth. The crowded passageways touched the tender skin of infant feet, the hastening feet of children, and the callused feet of the aged. On each day of their calendar, it was found that pleasantries among the peasants gradually became less mannerly. Chaos did notwww.onedoor.cc prevail in the marketplac...
The Old Man and the Rabbit
“Where I come from, a person returns things to the place they belong,” the old man grumbles as an icy wind whips away the plume of his breath. He stumps through the swirling snowflakes across the SuperValu car park—deserted now, save for his own ’77 VW Dasher—toward the lone shopping trolley that’s rolled away and stuck in the brittle grass between the pavement and the motorway.He could swear he’d checked the tarmac thoroughly, as is his habit, before bringing the rest of the trolleys in at the store’s closing. Some gobshite abandoned it out of sight and the wind swept it along until it got s...
M&M Memories
Joe stood in front of the vending machine pondering his selection. The candy occupied the fourth and fifth rows, between the savory snacks and the Grandma’s Cookies. It struck him that, considering this was a hospital, there was a distinct lack of healthy options available. It also struck him that, despite not knowing who he was or where he was from, he knew how to operate a vending machine. And, although he didn't know his own name (Joe, a derivation of John Doe, was the name given to him by the nurses until he could remember his own), he knew the names of all the candy bars. Another thing he...
Let's play
Lisa looked at the last empty fold-out chair across from her in the circle. She was until now the last to arrive. The room was calmingly silent. Somewhere in a corner a radio was softly playing Christmas songs. In the circle of chairs were 5 people seated. Next to her sat her friend Crystal, who looked at the Tupperware on her lap which held some homemade cookies. On the opposite side of Crystal sat a nervously looking boy in his late teens. He, like Crystal, was holding a Tupperware. The boy looked mostly at his lap, but glanced now and then swiftly to the other people in the room. Lisa’s gay...