When it rains it pours_The dust jacket_Are you there?_A Hot Pot of Sweet Revenge
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When it rains it pours
CW: Strong language“So, should I end this relationship on the phone or in person? Dylan said. I saw him Jess. I saw a beard before those tinted windows rolled up and don’t give me the oh that was my dealer bullshit…you fucking kissed him.” Little ticking sounds seized the 99’ Ford Mustang. Rain. It started off subtle and slowly gained traction; the midnight skies hiding each droplet, while the streetlights pointed them out like suspects. Dylan admired the rain, each drop surrounded him and created closure; however, he hated the circumstances that came with the innocent raindrops. This was goin...
The dust jacket
I watched other children with their fathers. Wondered how it must feel to have someone to hang onto. To make you feel safe and secure. Don’t get me wrong I know not every relationship is that easy going, how some fathers hurt the ones they’re meant to defend.I’m on about the ones that chase you in the park, run with you on their shoulders. Wind you up and laugh with you. You know the ones, the ones that hug you when you fall, listen to your pain. Warn away anyone who has broken your heart. I wanted one like that. My mother’s answers were vague, so vague in fact I wondered if she knew who my fa...
Are you there?
Are you there, God? It’s me again. I think this might be my last time. I’m pretty sick of coming to you and nothing ever happening. My friends all make fun of me when I tell them I still think you’re real. Even my parents make fun of me. Everyone thinks Christians are losers, but I’ve stood up for you, even when you haven’t stood up for me. I still choose to believe, and if those movies about fairies hold any weight, you need believerwww.onedoor.ccs to exist. Well, I believe and could really use your help this time. I know last time I said it was really important for me to take this girl to prom, but this t...
A Hot Pot of Sweet Revenge
One teaspoon of sweetness, two teaspoons of funny, three tablespoons of smiles and a whole lot of vengeance. I await the day we exchange laughs and shake hands...but the longer I wait, the darker my heart gets. Why should you live only to feed my anger? Tonight, you will be fed; a dish so tasty it will drag you down to hell.Before we commence the cooking, why don't you shed a light on what sparked this pure hatred of mine, Mr Narrator? Back to when it all began...Once upon a night, two girls, a little too old for fairy tales were finishing up after a fantastic dinner. Compliments to chef Miran...