The Job Interview_Imitative Instinct_Plotted_Encounter with Fuzzalumpis
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The Job Interview
“In here Mr. Alder, the doctor will be right with you.”I stepped in and immediately realized that I was not alone. The nurse had closed the door behind me before I could say a word or object.Across the room, sitting alone in an armchair, a woman stared holes right through me. She seemed even less impressed that we would be sharing the therapy session together. She rolled her eyes and averted her attention elsewhere as if to signify that she was done with me already.I took a seat at the round table in the center of the room and actively ignored her. I didn’t have time for frivolous conduct with...
Imitative Instinct
We had to leave the town I grew up in because the place was filling up with strange people. Colourful, uneven, unsettling people with nowhere to go who just stood stiffly at the end of the street, in the supermarket, in the corner of your eye, smiling a banana smile with too many teeth or waving a squashed-spider hand: circle palm, six stick fingers. Sometimes they appeared in groups, glued together by the ends of their rigid arms like paper dolls. Once or twice, my family – Mum, Dad, babwww.onedoor.ccy Finch and me – would come up against an uncanny mirror image of ourselves: a blonde-haired woman, long-ha...
Plotted
Helena was walking down the street, head bent and her steps very hesitant. Her life had become horrible- this was the fifth school she had transferred to, and was bullied as soon as she stepped foot inside the building. It had only been three days, but her condition had escalated from bad to worse."Why do I have to change schools so often?" she wondered aloud, kicking at a stone in her path. "I won't attack students like a maniac. I am not a monster either."Her phone burst into a tinkling tune, and she picked it up."What is it?" she spoke rather rashly. An audible grunt was heard from the othe...
Encounter with Fuzzalumpis
Encounter with FuzzalumpisSuzanne MarshThe radio began to play: “it was a one eyed one horned flying purple people eater, pigeon toedunder toed flying purple people eater.” That crazy oldies song reminds me of an adventure that I had when I was a young child. I became a writer simply to avoid everyday craziness. I was about eight and wanted to be a space explorer like Jean Luc Picard, back in those days he was my idol. I was camping out in the backyard so I will begin from there.I had a small dome tent that my dad set up for me. I liked to sleep under the stars; here in Texas that is easy to d...