A Trip Down Memory Lane_Larne–Cairnryan_Through My Own Reflection_The end of money
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A Trip Down Memory Lane
While Henry was on his call, Erica looked over at him and thought back to the night they first met. It was at a bar like this one, kind of grimy. She would rather be eating at a finer restaurant tonight, but that’s what happens when you don’t head out to dinner until 10 PM. No restaurants in the town served food after 9 PM. That fact alone was hard for Erica to wrap her head around. Being from Manhattan, this was just unheard of, but, alas, she would embrace the Vermont way of life and enjoy her greasy food. That night, she remembered ordering a double burger with a side of Old Bay fries. She ...
Larne–Cairnryan
My phone pings. Kyle – u comin to kieran’s party tonight? Diann – on the ferry over now Kyle – can’t wait to see you my sexy girl from across the water Then a load of hearts and kissy faces. He thinks he’s some kind of love poet. I don’t repwww.onedoor.ccly, just give him the blue ticks. He’s cocky enough. Phone again. Steven – Just a friendly reminder. £150 by tuesday or there’ll be a penalty Shit. No kissy faces here. Steven’s all for equal opportunities –he doesn’t mind breaking women’s arms as well as men’s. But for girls my age he’ll accept other services if you really can’t pay. I’ll be able to pay. I...
Through My Own Reflection
Watching her through the looking glass is as boring as lying awake at night.She wakes up every day and walks to the mirror, and I'm always there to watch her, mimic her, move the way she does and only stop when she's not looking. The Others don't have to do this as often as I do with their Reflections. Normal Reflections get up, fix their hair, change their clothes, and actually leave the house to go to school, work, or whatever they do, and then the Others follow them to meet again in any other looking glasses they may pass by throughout the days of their miserable lives. But at least they're...
The end of money
I became conscious I was turning. But, where was I? I could hardly figure myself, let alone my surroundings. Consciousness, a phenomenon that, once rekindled, flows from an unknown point within oneself to fire up the rest of the body, was returning to its ceaseless marvel. Mine had just turned on, making me quickly aware of my body and that I was turning on my back.My first instinctive action was to open my eyes, only to be met by pitch darkness. The scenario felt like the beginning of time - a blank mind, and in surroundings, I could not fathom. I shook my head, trying to jumpstart my mind, a...