Dream Connection_Follow in These Bloody Footsteps_Noises in the Dark_The only love I need is my own
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Dream Connection
Her name was Dawn and we were connected for a time, but some connections are not meant to last. My name is Jerrod Yost and believe it or not, I never met Dawn, but I know more about her than any other living human being. This is not a love story either as I throw my suitcase on the bed at the Quality Inn in Peoria, IL. I am on the run, so you can't tell anyone where I am.Promise me.My connection with Dawn Hannihan started with a dream, an innocent dream that seemed very promising. I was sixteen when it started and I was the star quarterback for my high school, Millard Fillmore High. Its no...
Follow in These Bloody Footsteps
[Trigger warning for language and violence]He woke up with the gun in his hand. Even before he opened his eyes, he knew what he was holding. He wrapped his fingers around it, and a sense of familiarity rushed over him. There was an incessant beeping from an alarm clock on the bedside table that only quieted when he slammed his fist down on it. As he sat up, his calloused forefinger found the trigger and hovered over it. Any amateur gun owner would tell you that you should never touch the trigger until you’re ready to shoot. But he wasn’t an amateur, and in his line of work if you were caught o...
Noises in the Dark
“Are you sure? I can stay. I bet I’d enjoy whatever you have planned.”I knew that wasn’t true. My plans included frozen pizza, popcorn, and Netflix. “No, no. You should go. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. It’s bad enough you had to shorten your trip to only overnight.”“Actually, I’d be okay with making it a day trip. It's not like it's a milestone birthday.”“What do you mean? You only turn forty-two once in a lifetime. Besides, I’ve been left alone for longer periods of time in the past. And don’t forget, taking separate vacations was your idea.”Cornell Rodrigo Morgan Parks IV,...
The only love I need is my own
Stawww.onedoor.ccring into her eyes, I realize this person cares not for me or my well-being. What a master she is. Quite the trickster, a manipulator like no other. The discipline required to maintain such an all-encompassing lie for so long is shocking. A soul-shattering sigh escapes me as I resign myself to my fate. A single tear runs down my cheek as I close my eyes, shutting out the shattered illusion of the fraud parading as my mother. She might be my mother, but she lacks the core component required to care about her offspring. My once sanctuary is now tainted with this memory of betrayal. This place...