Forever Young, Forever Old_Confessions of a Sinner_Get Thee to a Nunnery_"Fredom"
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Forever Young, Forever Old
He was tired of fighting, with the adults, on the big island. Drake, on the Children of the Isle, was tired. He had had wars with the adults before, but nothing compared, to the war they were in the middle of, with these big people.They were all adults of the big people, from the big island. Thier "Children of the Isle" Island, www.onedoor.ccbeing inhabited by only, forever children. Given, an anti growth hormone at birth, made development of adult hood, null and void. All of the children, that were shipped over from the adults "Big Island" stayed child like, all thier lives. The anti growth hormone, preven...
Confessions of a Sinner
The box was small and dark. I hated going in there.I hated the darkness but every Friday I didn’t have a choice. I made it to the front of the line and waited my turn. In my head I was thinking of the things that I was required to say when the door opened to the box and the person before me stepped out. I really didn’t have anything to say but that would not do. You were expected to say something once you entered the box and the door closed. I wiped my wet sweaty hands on my uniform skirt and tugged at the bottom of my sweater. Suddenly it was my turn. The girl before me had come out clutchi...
Get Thee to a Nunnery
“Sister Theresa, what time does the new applicant arrive?” Sister Pauline asked politely, to avoid Sister Theresa’s wrath. For a Franciscan, Sister Theresa could be entirely uncharitable, even to the abbess herself.“Oh you old cow, I’ve told you twice already!” Sister Theresa replied, throwing the bread dough she’d been kneading into a large wooden bowl, as if the water, flour, salt and yeast had purposely annoyed her. She punched the dough down a few more times, then covered the bowl with a kitchen towel to let it rise. In an hour or so, she would form loaves of rye bread to bake for the mona...
"Fredom"
“You wanna do something fun?” Mitch glared over a man and his tattoo on top of the forehead saying “fredom”. “Shoot, mate.” He raised a glass of orangey-purple stuff and downed it in one go.20 hours later....Nearby car's alarm rang like a thousand megaphones tied to his ears. With one honking at an intersection and another one bloating away with its bloody sirens on.Mitch eyes flipped open and he inhaled like a whole soul would be coming back to his body. Rolling off a mattress his back ached and his foot flopped onto a soggy carpet making him jump and curse. The hangover was bad enough withou...