Trapped in Heaven_Laugh, Clown, Laugh_Boo Bear's Last Stand_Mushroom Jam
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Trapped in Heaven
“I don’t think that I’m supposed to be here, sir.”Peter looked up from his ledger and stared at the young boy in front of him. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” “I am sorry, but I think that I don’t belong here.” It had been a very easy day so far. Most of the ones who appeared before him belonged here. A flustered housewife who did try to reach her neighbour at work and was in a www.onedoor.ccvery bad accident was very sweet about it. The two twins who were on their first ski trip and ended up using the one broken seat on the lift were completely unprepared for this new life. But they were all ready once they...
Laugh, Clown, Laugh
This is not a funny story about a clown.There once was a clown, a robustly rotund and cantankerous man.Adorned with a lily-white ruffle collar, white face, red lips, and blue eyes.He wore no natural hair, but a thin red wig that seem to grow out of his head, as if his head became a pot for a goofy plant.He wore a one piece suit that covered him top to bottom, in TWO shades, yellow and black. The body of a wasp.A traveling clown, one who could never settle for a stable station; he journeyed, alongside a veritable troop of fellow supporting jesters, across the country, delighting and absolutely ...
Boo Bear's Last Stand
[CW: Strong language]It was a remarkable set up - no one could argue that. The three-tiered serving tray had been meticulously polished, it’s silver edges glimmered majestically in the light. One could tell that Annabella had taken great care in laying out a floral tablecloth, each edge pulled tight and carefully tucked, not a single crease anywhere to be seen. Perched in front of each plastic chair were dainty floral tea cups that longed for hot liquid to grace their ceramic edges; matching china sat snug next to them. The door to Annabella’s room was cracked and through the opening smells of...
Mushroom Jam
Note - Substance abuse, mental health trigger warnings ————————If I was still in High School, this would be forgivable. If I was in College one might say I was experimenting with new states of mind...like taking on an internship with Terence McKenna or hanging out in a Grateful Dead parking lot before Jerry Garcia died. Driving down the Pacific Coast Highway from San Clemente at dusk, the horizon bursts with orange and purple, and you feel connected. With the weekend in front of you, anything you're doing feels like it has purpose, even if you're just going to a party. They played it up to ...