Le Chat Noir_Neverland_Six Stories Under_Drink From My Cup
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Le Chat Noir
Harry Bender sat down at the piano, a warm glass of bourbon clenched in his right hand and a cigarette dangling in his left, sweat from his wrists dripped onto the keyboard. He crushed the cigarette in a crowded ashtray and took a long draw from his drink, reflecting on the bourbon’s smooth slide down his throat as it nestled warmly in his stomach. Suddenly Harry realized that his hands were moving across the piano keys, his fingers caressing a Thelonious Monk tune out of the instrument, the heaving notes blending into the smoke and laughter of the Pigalle jazz club. The doors swung ...
Neverland
The stinging pain of her mother’s handprint on her cheek faded. The sharp burn of her mother’s angry, hurtful words continued to clamor in her head, fighting for space and attention with the voices of the woman and two men that were Ayla’s constant companions.Ayla closed her bedroom door without a sound. She stuffed a handful of her mother’s sleeping pills into her mouth and swallowed. She flung her body on the bed. She wanted a few moments of peace, of nothingness. She tried to snuff out her life with her pillow, the feathers old and broken, the quills poking through the navy blue stripes fa...
Six Stories Under
“God, I hate being stuck down here,” she whispered aloud. All elements of her facial features were stretched tight as burgeoning stress consumed her body. She repeatedly pushed back loose strands of errant hair over and behind her ears. Six stories below ground. Although, Annalise generally did not mind closed in spaces, something about the limited egress challenged her sense of safety. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, the mechanical whir of the elevator provided much needed relief. “Finally,” she wheezed. A welcomed ping echoed throughout the basement floor. Annalise’s elevator escape ...
Drink From My Cup
I entered the house quietly. It was early, and everyone was still asleep. I liked to run ewww.onedoor.ccarly in the morning. It made me feel starved and thin and beautiful to sweat before eating. Also, running in the morning allowed me to not feel bad about eating breakfast. I liked to eat, but I liked being hot better.My weakness was sugar. I loved gummy bears, but I could never eat them. The sugar was too much to overcome, and if I had a single bite I’d find myself finishing the bag. I missed gummy bears so much, I allowed myself one glass of orange juice as my daily sugar fix.Most people think that oran...