Chaos amidst Stagnancy_Skeleton in the Closet_1 year_The Secret Journal of my Normal Life
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Chaos amidst Stagnancy
After a week of restless nights, Paul Schwartz was finally able to get some shut-eye. Tedious news segments paired wwww.onedoor.ccith the two ounces of scotch he still had in hand were just what he needed to doze off. Even though Saskatchewan’s criminality rates had skyrocketed in the last decade, the local channels rarely presented anything out of the ordinary.The armchair he was sprawled in seemed almost more comfortable than the frugal motel room bed where he had set his travel bag and hunting gears. These were the only things he had taken before leaving his home indefinitely. At last, the breaking news ...
Skeleton in the Closet
So this is the peak of my life I guess, John thought to himself as smooth jazz music tickled his ears and the scent of coffee filled the room. He leaned back on his cushy dining room chair and closed his eyes. A soft creak of the hardwood floorboards drew his attention and his eyes fluttered open to see the silhouette of his wife. In her hands she carried an ornate silver tray with small Turkish style mugs. “Coffee is ready,” she said in a soft voice.To his left, his father sat up in his chair at the sound of her voice. “My goodness! This is too much; we are the ones who should wait on you.” ...
1 year
I knew I had zoned out again, but honestly I didn't even really give a shit. I was standing on the railing of the south side bridge. A cigarette slowly burned its way down to my lip and a bottle of scotch sat nuzzled between two of my fingers. I couldn't see much, a deep fog had covered most of the city scape and the night sky made the horizon impenetrable. The cool breeze brushed the back of my neck and brought me back here. I released the pole I had been grasping and took one last pull of the cigarette before holding it out in front, barely balancing with one eye open and the other closed wa...
The Secret Journal of my Normal Life
Wednesday, January 1st, 19978:10 AM - I secretly bought this journal at the local bookstore for $6、95、 It is a secret because I want this to be mine and just mine. Grandma gave me some Christmas money and I was so glad that way I could buy a journal. I bought it so I can record my first teenage year. Yes, today is my 13th birthday and the start of a new year. My goal is to write every day so I can someday look back on what I did during my first year as a teenager. Not that I actually do anything now so I don’t know how interesting it will be. Anytime I say that I am bored my mom quotes Colossi...