The girl in the white dress._High Jump_Sweet Little Billy-Jo_No Girls Allowed
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The girl in the white dress.
The night was young. Two crazy 18-year-old boys - Cory and Javier were out to make some exciting content for their YouTube channel. They were adventure seeker. They travelled the whole world, seeking adventure. They enjoyed jumping from high cliffs to tempting blue seas. They hiked on rough terrains and did rafting on white water rivers infested with crocodiles. Lately, they were recording live their escapades on YouTube. As their followers increased, they became more addicted to making kick-ass content. Tonight, they were going to break new boundaries by experimenting on their fear. They were...
High Jump
The crowd outside was loud, deafeningly loud. I've just been there. I know. In contrast the room I'm in right now is quiet, maddeningly quiet. All I hear is my labored breathing and the rapid thumping of my heart. I wipe the sweat from my brow. I don't like it here. No one would like it here.Not for the last time I hope for something better, something far far away from here. I pull from distant memories of soft beds, warm blankets, earnewww.onedoor.ccst hugs and comfort filling foods. I try to think of good things.The door opens and man stands in the doorway, his silhouette, a haunting form that reminded me...
Sweet Little Billy-Jo
“Where is my angel?” “Here I am daddy.” “Now, what are these police officers doing to you?” “Nothing, they are just asking me questions.” “Where is your mum?” “She is in there,” Billie-Jo points across the corridor. “She won’t be long, sir,” a policewoman said. “What happened?” “There was a nasty accident. Your daughter, uh, witnessed it. We need to ask her a few questions.” “Are you okay, princess?” Jack asked his smiling daughter. His darling daughter was thinking back, she was replaying the scene in her mind. “How can I dance with a boy in a wheelchair?” she asked her dad. “Don’t say things...
No Girls Allowed
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a ghost? To merely be a shadow in the presence of someone you once where? To look back and wonder “why did that happen” or “how did that happen?” Trust me when I say that I ask myself these questions every day. I think about the day I died. I think about why the driver had to have run the light. Why the person drove on and didn’t worry. Why I didn’t even live through enough time to hear the sirens of the ambulance. I sat down on the top of the doorway of my room. I kicked my feet from under me and rested my elbows on my knees. It would have b...