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Algea
Come back here you little brat!I couldn’t let them get me again, who knows what they could do this time. No matter how strong the pain was, I had to keep going. But my legs were feeble, my breath shaky, and the fear barely controlled my movements. You can’t run forever!They were right about that. However, if there’s something I learned in all these years of hardship, it’s that you only have two options: Run, or Hide. I had used up the first, so my eyes searched desperately for a place where these monsters wouldn’t dare come for me. The forest? Too big, even with the various trees I could climb...
A run of bad luck
Arnold winced as a mobster's boot connected with his ribs. His eyes went wide as he struggled to draw in a breath, clutching his side with one arm and desperately trying to block the next strike with the other.“This is the third time, Arnold!” a short, stubby man said. He leaned against a large garbage bin in the alley while his colleague proceeded to play soccer with Arnold's body. Arnold tried to respond in between kicks but all he could manage were a few blood-spattering grunts.“Get him up, Bugsy,” the short man said. Arnold was swiftly lifted onto his feet. Pain shot down his body as his f...
Happiness And Its Book Clubs
That’s how it starts; a hook. The perfect sentence that puts the reader exactly where you want them to be. It’s manipulative. It’s controlling to take them to a place that they don’t want to go. My hook was nearly two years ago. Sixteen months ago and twenty-one days, if we’re counting. And it wasn’t pretty. It, they - because I was blessed with two hooks - came after nearly thirty-six hours of labour, thirty-four hours to be precise because someone was counting and it wasn’t me. That was the start of the story when for me all it felt like was the end. “You’re not at all tired of book club?” ...
Colombian Heartbreak
TW: Mention of suicide. “Congratulations, you’ve won an all-paid holiday to Colombia for 5 days, completely free! Sign up now to claim it now!”Ciara sighed after reading the text message, these spam texts were getting clever and sneaky by the day. This had been her third text this week while her email had been bombarded with it almost every day! The first time she read this message, her face lit up by the idea. For a secondwww.onedoor.cc she let herself enjoy that fantasy. Heading into Colombia, bathing in the sun while she enjoyed her time by the beach. Perhaps pretending to be someone else when she snorke...