The Shuckers_What These Walls Heard_Too late now._Sibling Survival
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The Shuckers
Trigger Warning: The following submission shares the fictional story of a school shooting survivor. There is no gore or overly explicit details of the death. However, it does feature an emotional view that may be intense and upsetting. I didn’t think I’d ever be here. If you asked me where I would be in five years, a year ago, it would not have been here. I don’t think anyone ever expects or even wants to be in a position like this. If you do, you’d have to be a real psycho. For me, I think the worst part is all the attention. I’m shy, I’ve always been shy. So for me, this is all a nightmare....
What These Walls Heard
Most people don’t care to listen to what I think. Most people don’t really notice I’m there after the initial moving-in experience when they fix me up how they like me, and then leave me. Just because I’m the sunniest place in the house, means people seem drawn to me, but only to discuss their problems with each other.Designed to take the modern stance on a place for everyone to gather for their daily meals, with added shelter from the elements, I think back to what it would have been like for my great-great ancestor. Back then, people cooked outdoors, and my ancestors would have been ...
Too late now.
“Why, don’t we start with why you are both here today?” Dr. Jones told the young couple Ken and Olive Wendall seated on the opposite sides of the couch in her office they had been married for two years, no children yet. She looked back and forth from the two couples but there was dead still silence in the room. “Mr. and Mrs. Wendall, in order for this to work we actually have to communicate”. Ken looked at Olive with anger and resentment in his eyes “she cheated” he hissed. Olive had a blank and expressionless look on her face, quiet and unapologetic. “Mrs. Wendall….” “Please call me ...
Sibling Survival
Sibling Survival“How do you BREATH through these things?” He screamed into the mask. The face-shield immediately fogged-up and now Aaron couldn’t see either.He squatted down behind a small berm, where a tree had long-ago turned-up its roots. Aaron had run about a half-mile, full-on sprint, and was at the edge of a large wood. He had to risk a breach of his breathing PPE, so he lifted the mask and slid it atop his head. He realized he was hyperventilating, and why wouldn’t he?! There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in that area, and he didn’t recall track-and-field as an activity listed on today’s...