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Moon Worshippers
“I just think ’s dumb, that all.” “You’re dumb.” “Your mom’s dumb!” “Shut up? What are you, twelve? It’s just a story.” “And ’m just sayin’, it’s a dumb story!” Their voices crackled gently in the night, flickering and hushed alongside the soft crunch and sizzle of the campfire flames. Shadows elongated against the looming trees, though there was nothing menacing nor foreboding about their dance between the branches – the rustle of the leaves was comforting in the darkness, and the stars shone brightly overhead. It was a quiet November, one among many quiet Novembers just like it, the only th...
Somebody Else’s Shoes
Somebody Else’s ShoesWe’re both short, with wide feet. Other than that, Gigi and I have nothing in common. Dad jokes that the wide feet should give us “good understanding”. It doesn’t.Don’t get me wrong, I love her. But it’s like we’re from two different worlds! Oh, sure, technically we’re from the same bloodline, but we’re like night and day. Honestly, she’s a little loony.“If I were you, Girl, I’d…” “No. You wouldn’t. Whatever it is, Gigi, if you were me, you’d do exactly what I’d do.” I’m all about logic. Science, tech, engineering, math. Gigi is… I don’t even know. I do know she’s not anyo...
Jack Warner
TW: This story will contain mentions of sexual abuse towards children, and adults remembering said abuse.Jack hugged himself, staring at the blank wall, eyes wide open. He remembered they were going outside later. The graze of the sun was all he looked forward to. He heard a quick knock and a quiet ushering in of two people. “Jack,” said the nurse. “Dr. Girifalco is here.” He didn’t move from his cradling. There were whispers traded and the nurse departed. The doctor went to the chair they had left for him, sitting down and waiting patiently for his attention. Jack felt his eyes touching the ...
The next girl was pretty and looked close to my age.
The next girl was pretty and looked close to my age. I could see she was closer to Gold Star than I was to Eagle Scout by the badges sewn in formation down to her rope belt. She moved faster than the first girl, so you could see the brass pin to her sash bounce off her caboose in a rhythm allegro. If I were Gene Autry I would come up with the next versewww.onedoor.cc before Tex Williams took a breath, but anything less than an aria would insult her erudition. I was no Tajo, this was proven time and again, but I could still steal from The Shadow until the proper moment, perhaps the bus ride home, or after ch...