Come on!_Life Coach_Sent to Nowhere_Losing My Rythem
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Come on!
‘Come on it’s not that bad’ Phillip said. He smiled happily to Andrew who sat cross legged on the bedroom floor at the foot of the bed. Phillip was two years older than Andrew, his face had started to grow spots upon it and a few new sprouts of hair poked out beneath his chin and long nose. ‘I just don’t think it’s a good idea’ Andrew replied, he wrapped his arms around himself as though he was being cradled. Andrew had a round face and dark hair whichwww.onedoor.cc flopped down to one side. ‘There really isn’t much to it, it’s like gardening’ Phillip was pushy, he was good at pressuring Andrew into doing...
Life Coach
"Close your eyes, you need to learn to trust." I chuckled as I led my twin by the hand to the balcony. "What are you, my life coach?" She chuckled back. "Something like that. I need all your senses to be at alert. Especially the sixth one." I continued guiding her slowly as she walked delicately forward. "Feel the surrounding and tell the story , see it behind your eyes....oh um....i need to blindfold you. Sorry. It's just that your eyelid is shaking a lot, so if this is going to work, then I need to blind fold you." I slipped off dad's tie that was around my neck and tied it over her eyes f...
Sent to Nowhere
CW: References to violence, suicide, cannibalism, and threats of violenceDarkness loomed with a foggy heaviness as Ander took his seat. The Night Train was meant for one thing and one thing only—a trip to Nowhere. He gave a sigh as he sat against the royal purple cushions in the bench that awaited his company. He glanced out the train window for a moment before adjusting the collar of his coat.Nowhere was a dreadful place that most criminals were sent to fend for themselves. It wasn’t a prison, but a ravenous, secluded town barred off from the functional society beyond its walls. He’d heard th...
Losing My Rythem
Every light in the house was on and the noises coming from inside sounded just like those one would expect to hear at a party. This had to be the right place. I tucked my drumsticks into the large pocket on the inside of my coat and knocked on the bright red door. No one answered. I tried again. This time the door swung open so fast that it banged against the wall of the entryway. Good thing I wasn’t in its way or I would have been knocked off of the steps of the narrow walkway.The man in the doorway had not been expecting the door to fly open like it had, and it was difficult for him t...