Someone up there hates me._To The Stage_Popsicle Break_The Christmas Horror
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Someone up there hates me.
The universe has it out for me. How do I know? Well, I had a rough year last year. I lost my mom to cancer, which was the worst. And I didn’t think things could get any worse, but they did. I lost my job due to a miscommunication, which was my boss (whom was a wicked, mean, little woman) thinking I said something bad about her. Which, I kind of did, but I said it to my good friend, who also worked for the company. So, I also lost a good friend. On the way to a job interview my car broke down, and it cost me not only the new job, but a big chunk of my savings. So, we are a month into the new ...
To The Stage
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”The whisper was so loud that it wasn’t even intended to be a whisper at all – Akais, drummer of Lash, the band Xyla was opening for, warned her as she walked past. Xyla already knwww.onedoor.ccew that she was being transparent. She wasn’t exactly focusing on hiding her nerves. Still, it heavily hurt the image she wanted to create – the aloof insurgent who was easily distracted, which, she believed was not far from the truth. This stage, though… It was make-or-break, and she couldn’t pretend she was indifferent. She couldn’t tell if Ryan was feeling a...
Popsicle Break
Everything was terrible today, but what set him over the edge wasn’t the heat, or the constant repetition, or the know-it-all juniors and seniors. No, he held it together, right up until the popsicle slid off its stick and plopped onto the bleacher below him, melting immediately into a red puddle, oozing like fresh blood. He stared at it for a moment, and then, without a word, he stood up and stormed off, his stomps echoing loudly on the metal bleachers. He didn’t see it, but all the girls giggled, and all the boys made faces. All except one.Zeke kept on stomping until he reached the track, an...
The Christmas Horror
On a bright and snowy day, and Briggsville. Cassidy and her mother slowly stirred up a warm cup of hot chocolate. Cassidy was a tall, Blond headed girl, she had perfect window girls, with bright blue eyes and some stand out freckles. Cassidy was about 17 years old. Cassidy’s mother, joy, was an old woman about her 50s. She had very light tinted blonde hair, with few wrinkles on her face, but aging was noticeable. Their home was like a full-blown mansion. Everything in the house was so organized and put together, it was so decorated and up-to-date for Christmas. The next day, Cassidy walked int...