Numb_Catfishing_Disaster Take Me_Soul
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Numb
“Where am I?”The white painted room with a bright white light blinded him momentarily.“What can you tell us about the pill Necrophilam?” a voice edged with steel threw the question at him. Her face was hard to make out against the blinding light which created a halo around her head.“What?” he asked her. “What is that?”“Ok. Let’s try this again. Do you know of the compounds moxizypin and edenovora?” she asked.He tried to think but the headache made it all but impossible.“What?”Without showing any visible signs of exasperation she repeated the question.It started coming back to him in bits and p...
Catfishing
I suppose everyone’s daddy looms large in his life: standing all tall and strong, nearly blocking out the sun, the moon, or the stars. So it was with my pa. I remember his favorite shirt for the weekends, a blue plaid thing with the subtlest of red-ribbon lines running through every third or fourth checker column. It was short-sleeved and sometimes, when it got cold, he wore a long-sleeved white or black t-shirt under it. In the really cold he wore a CPO jacket over it of a non-committal, mud-colored plaid not the same size or weft as the blue plaid shirt. He smelled of coffee and cigarette l...
Disaster Take Me
I will die young. This I know.I haven’t told anyone, because what’s the word—hypochondriac, crazy? I’m not, but those are the words. If they didn’t say those words, they would call it fear. They would say I just feel the time ticking, taking. I’m as terrified of death as the next person, but that’s not what this is.I know I will die young in the same way I only ever need three guesses to get anything right.“Guess who I saw today?” Eddie. Greg. Justin.“Guess what I did?” Got your belly button pierced. Got a tattoo.“Guess where I’m going?” Mexico.It’s not anxiety. I know that, too.My best friend...
Soul
Trigger Warning: mentions of suicideDoes anybody truly hear me in this vast, vast multiverse? I blink, breathe, shudder, exhale. It is my second day. Hello, can you hear me? Nod, nod slowly. I can speak if I want to, but even that, I know, is impossible. I’m not supposed to be able to speak. I don’t want twww.onedoor.cco be able to know I have the power to speak. I don’t know why I thought it’d be different with me, that the fibers of my existence could latch onto whatever came beyond. But that isn’t allowed anymore. You’re not allowed to live by life’s standards and escape when you’re done--that’s why the...