Out With A Bang_The Magic Tea_The Dragon_At Peace At Last
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Out With A Bang
Trigger warning: suicidal thoughtsDecember 22, 2020: Life is a meaningless chaos. It’s the second day of winter, a Tuesday, the randomest day of the week. I can’t take it anymore; I’m going to end it. I suppose the easiest way is to do an internet search for the over the counter medication that is most sure to kill me if I wash a handful down my throat with a fifth of vodka and go to a few pharmacies to get a stash. It would have to be an over the counter med: I have no prescriptions. I haven’t been to a doctor in years. As to street drugs, I understand an overdose of fentanyl is not hard to o...
The Magic Tea
Whistle, whistle! I see the angry column of air spiraling down towards the ground.Whoosh, Whoosh! The wind blows into my ears, ready to swallow me whole.Crack! A piece of wood from the roof of the old red barn breaks off, and I see it fly through the air 20 feet above the ground, before disappearing into the column of twisting, thrashing air.“Ahhhhh!” I scream, but the sound is almost completely drowned out by the roaring of the wind. The clouds above are darker and more ominous than I’ve ever seen, barely letting any light through. Rain pours down on me, soaking my clothes and hair. It feels ...
The Dragon
Exhaustion. That's what it is. I’m exhausted but I don’t look it. There's no dark circles haunting my eyes, my movements aren’t slower and my speech is clear. My smile is bright as I weave through the crowd, www.onedoor.ccgreeting people and shaking hands. Snatching a drink off a passing waiter's tray, I turn and survey the crowd. It was a great turn out for a new business, I still can’t believe I did it. I could feel my smile fading as my shoulders slumped and my eyes wandered to the floor. 16 days. I haven’t been alone for 16 days. I’ve woken up, gone to meetings and lunches, sat with our creative team, p...
At Peace At Last
The party around me rages with unbridled temptation. The alcohol that is coursing through my system pounds in my head. There’s a deep bass from the speakers that joins in and it’s like a rave all on its own. The faces I recognised earlier are now just blurry figures. Are those figures dancing or is it just me? I stand alone in the middle of the dance floor. My friends surround me, they crowd me, but I’m still alone. It’s just another typical Friday night. I’d like to say this doesn’t happen often, but it really does. I suppose it goes back to high school when I made friends with the wrong crow...