Where Do I Sign?_the elevator of faith_Ten Seconds to Kill_Stand on the Right, Walk on the Left
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Where Do I Sign?
-Mr. Sunderson? Yes, thank you for joining us today. Please, have a seat. -Here? -Yes, just there. Good. So, when the red light starts flashing please state your full name and we’ll begin. -O. k. Frederick William Sunderson II -Good, now Mr. Sunderson, please elaborate on what brought you here today and what you understand about the study. -Like, why I’m participating? Or what I know about Stockholm Syndrome? -Both. If you could. -O. k. Well, uhm. I guess I’m here because I need --well we-- we need the money. -We? -Uh, yes. My wife and I. -O. k. And do you understand the goal of the study?...
the elevator of faith
The clock hits seven. Chimes of the bell tower radiate throughout the city releasing those who work beside me. Finally! I get up from that annoyingly familiar desk, wishing I didn't need to come back here. But I have tomorrow off at least. A long weekend, that doesn't happen very often. I wave to my fellow coworkers, and hurry away. it's New Years Eve, why would I want to stay here another moment. I run out the front door into the busy street, the cool winter air nipping at my nose. I wrap my jacket around myself a little tighter and cross the busting street. I walk the block to my apartment b...
Ten Seconds to Kill
cw: death, blood, murderA lot of things can happen in ten seconds, like folding a shirt, picking a lock, or even killing someone.Finally, I would have revenge for my family’s death. It had taken me twenty-seven seconds to pick the padlock on the outer door (it had been particularly finicky) and thirty-two to find HIM. Of course HE was locked in his study without a single lantern lit. HE always pretended that he wasn’t scared of anything, while in reality HE's scared of everything. I once saw him jump at his own shadow around the corner--very bad for my family’s type of profession. HE had been ...
Stand on the Right, Walk on the Left
"How many fingers am I holding up, bud? Hey, bud, can you hear me? Wake up.""Hmm?""There he is. I told you he was breathing, keep the crowd back, will you Chris?""Yes sir.""How many fingers am I holding up?""What?""How many fingers am Iwww.onedoor.cc holding up?""Well, shit, I- seven?""Close. Again now.""Four. Ah fuck, my head...""Nope. Only one.""One? Well, shit. That was my next guess.""I'm sure it was.""My head... I-""Took a mighty fall there, bud. Mia, come here, hold this against his temple.""Yes sir.""Where were you headed in such a hurry? Follow the pen with your eyes.""I was headed to the, eh, ah sh...