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Polka Dot
“Make me happy.” Dot’s arms sink over the edge of the railing and sift through the salt-speckled air. The sun slithers onto the rough angles of the waves and appears like snakes of light dancing in the corner of her eye. Adelaide is also there, in her peripheral vision, her stomach swollen and stretching the front of her floral blouse until the threads peel and screech. “You will, won’t you?” Her voice is camouflaged by the whispering thrum of the boat. Adelaide’s hands are unconsciously orbiting around her tummy and Dot recalls when she first found out about the baby. To be honest, she was a ...
Disrupted Plans
Disrupted Plans by Naima QiannaJessica folded the last shirt of her laundry and placed it in her drawer. She had a small bucket list of things to do over the weekend: wash clothes, put clothes away clean the bathroomwww.onedoor.ccs straighten out the kitchen cabinets clean her bedroom Tiffany, her daughter, was at her father’s for the weekend so, the house was quiet. All Jessica wanted to do was to spend the rest of her day alone in her loungewear.After completing her list, Jessica didn’t feel like leaving the house even though it was a nice summer day. She’d rather stay in and read a book. It was somet...
The Space Underneath The Bed
At nineteen, I unwillingly became a mother to a six-year-old boy.I hate kids; I’ve always hated them and their tantrums, their spoiled arses, the deafening squeals and shrieks—basically everything they are. People slap me with that “Hey, you were once a kid,” line, but I try to counterslap them with a “Yeah but I didn’t have to take care of me, did I?”.Now, I got stuck with this spoiled six-year-old boy who cries over things he either can’t control or can’t have. It’s always been a pain, looking after this boy, if only it weren’t for his sick mom.“Oi, oi! Get off that couch, this instant, Ro...
Mavvith on Mierdsdale
WARNING: Mentions of suicide, sexual violence, and muder. My family’s home was right down the street from Mavvith Apartments. All we had to do was open up our spacious living room window that sat right behind our comfy, olive green couch and there you would get the perfect view of the monumental building. I always found myself sitting in our living room and looking out at Mavvith Apartments. In awe of it. Me, an eighteen year old Black boy, intrigued by an old apartment building that had been around since before my grandparents were born. It was crazy. But here I was again, getting home...