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Agoraphobia
If Ethan knew one thing it was that he didn't like crowds. The noise was always just a little too much, the people just a little too close their smiling faces, flashing teeth. Grating laughter. It made him feel on edge and out of www.onedoor.ccplace, and the bright flashing lights, and whirring of the carnival rides didn't help either. Everything was so bright, the colours so in his face. He couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy this for long periods of time. Ethan himself had only agreed to come along because his boyfriend had really wanted them to, and Luke always made him feel more at ease. But now ...
Red Feather
Red featherBy L.P Yabut The room was filled with anxiety and grief; me, my Mom and my Grandpa were all in the living room watching the news. I wish what we were watching was just some dull and uneventful commercial, but as fate would have it, we’re watching bulldozers readily lined up at the entrance of the woods that was a thick wall of pine trees with powdered snow on the leaves like frosting. The pine trees just stood there tall, firm and unafraid. Before the bulldozers made tracks on the snow and tore down the first tree, I imagined what the woods were before. The woods were a dream to al...
Bailey's Cheesecake and Italian Leather
Same characters as in "A Few Steps Ahead."“Happy anniversary, Princess Olivia,” Fionnlagh said.It had been the first time in a week we were speaking or seeing each other. I was on the piano when he walked in, going through Freddie Mercury’s portion of Bohemian Rhapsody, my favorite song. I kept playing, refusing the interruption to look at him. We were both stubborn enough to continue to hold a grudge. Him showing up today was only a small olive branch, but this fight was far from over.One side of my mouth curled up. I could match the energy. “Happy anniversary, Fionnlagh.”I kept the pace of t...
I Promise it Will Be Different
I arrived half an hour before the time we agreed upon. At first, it was an attempt to snatch some control but when I got here, I realized I needed every minute. I hopped from table to table. Every chair felt too hard against my rear and every table had a spotlight. I finally settled on a table with a pair of chairs, at the back, nestled against the wall. From here, I will be able to see when he arrives. He won’t be able to see me though. Not until I stand. Gifting me with the time I need to conceal any joy he evokes. I look down at my lap and then to the empty chair meant for him. This is ...