The Golden Cord_A Better Life_Ole' Eleanor_The Final Countdown
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The Golden Cord
“You have got to be fucking kidding me…..” Darius Porter said to himself as he stood behind the counter at Saver Gas and tried not to throw up recently eaten lunch. He could tell that today was gonna be a bad fucking day. He wished he had normal bad days but instead he saw fucking Dead People. “Good Evening.” Darius said through gritted teeth as he pretended he didn’t see the dead girl following the white dude into the store. Darius knew exactly who she was—- he’d gone to high school with her. She was an older girl by the name of Tenesha Edwards and she’d been killed in a car crash after she w...
A Better Life
CW: Offensive language, reference to abuse.I’m coming, alright. Jesus Christ, kid, quit standing by the car like that. Anyone’d think you can’t get away soon enough. The door's unlocked.You don’t need to give me that look, boy. I’ll smoke in my own damn car if I want to. Wait until you’re away in that place, you’ll be boozing it up and smoking pot every weekend with all the other kids, guarantee it.Here, put the address in my phone, would you? Make sure we don’t end up all the way in Invercargill. I never even been that far. Who’d want to, huh? Probably nothing but Penguins down there.You reme...
Ole' Eleanor
“Alright Max, c’mon, what’s the big surprise? Why are we going to your uncle’s?” Frank asked restlessly. Frank and Max sat in the passenger seats in the cabin of Frank’s 2215 autovan, facing away from the cockpit. Their friend Steve occupied the bench-style seat across from them, while the van cruised up the highway in the Nevada desert on autopilot. For three hours Frank had been trying to distract himself from the secret Max was so keen on keeping about the reason for their road trip, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. Anticipation was getting the better of him. “If I tell you it will spoil...
The Final Countdown
Ten years didn’t seem like a lot; not when it came to important things. By “important,” Sadie didn’t mean school or work or even a hobby-turned-addiction. God knew she’d logged countless hours with her nose in a textbook when she was in college, and more still tapping away at the crappy laptop her boss had placed in her cubicle. Despite her husband’s comments to the contrary, knitting was not an obsession. It gave her idle hands purpose, especially when Kirk worked long hours. Better still, it sometimes brought in a few extra bucks when someone purchased something she’d lovingly crafted—money ..www.onedoor.cc.