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Climbing the Ladder
Content warning: Mild foul language Climbing the Ladder Darcy Miller turned eighteen last Thursday. There was no party, no cake, and no family or friends. There was no gift for her, except that she could claim her rank amongst the millions of kids who had aged ouwww.onedoor.cct of the foster system. She was seven years, three months and seven days old when she was placed. She understood that’s the state’s way of saying that your parents are bad and now you have to live with strangers. And live with strangers she did. At least twenty houses full of them, but who’s counting? She made it through ...
I'm diMucci
di’Mucci.Randell slumped on his bunk. Hands pressed to his ears.Noise was his constant companion. Orders were hurled and foul-mouthed, rarely compliant, responses, were masked in the clatter of cell doors opening and shutting, keys rattling and turning and endlessly marching, echoing feet. The bedlam drummed a constant rhythm into Randell’s brain. For a month, Randell had been the butt of every joke, defenceless against every thuggish bully. They thought it amusing to upend his cell furniture and tear to shreds his precious photographs and letters. It was equally amusing, in the recreation y...
DUET
It was a bustling Saturday market in the town centre as shoppers shuffled from one makeshift stall to another, hurriedly scooping up summer delights, food specials, and recently fresh produce that conflictingly looked like it was on its last days of edibility. Time was limited. Not because of the early closing hours but due to the approaching war knocking at the gates of their small and peaceful village. The threat of a stray bullet or missile striking the marketplace was high on the agenda of the defiant cautious crowds of hungry citizens hoping to see the dawn of the next day. Feet moved qu...
A Critical Error
Being a food critic is often a thankless and tedious undertaking and sometimes, I just couldn’t be bothered doing my job. There have been nights when all I wanted to do was sit in front of my TV in my pajamas with a pizza and not an artisanal or authentic pizza, either! I’m talking, Pizza Hut or Domino's or any ‘stuck to the cardboard’, delivered by Uber Eats, cold by the time it gets to me, pizza!Obviously, I would never tell anyone this as it would destroy my career and finding another job didn’t intrigue me. I had always been a good cook since I was a child, and my mother encouraged me to d...