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Tuesday Morning Crush
In his more guarded moments, when he was the least honest with himself, George never thought of them as victims. Like most humans, he had a curated version of his self-image; in it he was a trickster who used his cleverness and secret knowledge to make his way through the world, leaving those he interacted with feeling a bit foolish, but none too worse for wear.Then there were moments like these, sitting on the stairs of thwww.onedoor.cce subway entrance, watching the morning crowd move by like fish in a fast river, and he knew what he really was. From the perch he made of the garbage can, he watched both t...
The End/The Beginning
For a while now, I’ve known death was coming for me. In a thousand lifetimes, I’ve contracted a thousand terminal illnesses. You start to recognize the signs early: weight loss, fatigue, pain, sallow skin. Even just a Bad Feeling, like something isn’t going right anymore. A lot of people think that’s just what getting old feels like. They’re right, but they’re wrong, too; that’s what the start of dying feels like. The beginning of the end. I’m trying the chemotherapy. I hate it, and some lives are so shitty to begin with, it’s a relief to get sick and move on to the next one. But I’m going th...
Iam not a Anywhere door but a Anywhere being!
Ugh, where am I? What's pressing on my face so hard? Am I in a weird place again?(You'll probably think who am I?) Iam Scott Jefferson with unique supernatural powers.Wait is someone sticking his Ass on top of my face?(Screaming ) AhhhhhhhhhhhhhThe person in front of me is someone whom I don't even know WTF?(Moving eyes around the room! And questioning himself how he ended up here) Um, May I know who are you?I Should be the one asking who are you? You were the one who ended up in my room suddenly. And I was a little bit drunk last night so I didn't bother to wake you so I ended up sleeping wit...
Other Places
A breeze sweeps through the forest, tickling the trees and causing the high branch I am crouched on to sway dangerously while I fumble for a grip on the smooth bark. It carries with it the smell of something distinctly inhuman. Something animal. A scent that, up until just a few days ago, was completely unfamiliar to me. Something I couldn’t place in all my knowledge of plants; decorative, edible, or otherwise. It came and went as quickly as a waft of honeysuckle, caught in the wind, reaching your breath, and then carried beyond, far out into the thick vegetation.I know he is near again. He ha...