The Lost Story_Toothbrush_Double or Quit_The Miracle Tree
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The Lost Story
“I don’t know exactly how to say what happened. It was just--just so much. I don’t even know how I got this far.”, I say, taking the cup of coffee presented to me from the center table. I am sitting in a white room with paintings of famous artists on the walls and dark blue furniture. The man standing in front of me, leaning against the table, and looking straight into my eyes, is Dr. Henrick, the college therapist. He responds, now turning away from my face and going back to sit in his chair,” Look, I’m not appointed to listen to every student here in a day for them to ask me questions. I’m h...
Toothbrush
It was the end of the world and Angela wanted to brush her teeth.“It’s just like, I can’t cope with dirty teeth,” she stated as she marched down the supermarket aisle ahead of me, always walking too fast, with her big steps and long legs. “Angela,” I hissed after her. “Wait.” But there was no waiting when it came to what Angela wanted. It didn’t matter that the supermarket was eerily silent and deserted except for the crackling loudspeaker, that the tube lights hung from leaking ceiling tiles, that the shopping carts stood half full of sidewalk chalk and makeup and Halloween candy in the mid...
Double or Quit
I should never have accepted Jonny’s dare, as I’ve never had a head for heighwww.onedoor.ccts. He was used to teasing the stratosphere and pe-bombing into the abyss and his career trajectory reflected his ability to recover from anything; everyone in the business agreed he was indestructible. Jonny put it all down to self-belief and boundless good fortune. However, he now believed the hype. #Did I feel that lucky? No, I didn’t, but then maybe I had more to lose. His life was a rollercoaster of endless speculation and gamesmanship. He’d risk everything to increase his advantage every time. The more he lost, ...
The Miracle Tree
I was young, seven, maybe. A couple of boys in my class told me that if I went to the Westman house and stayed there for five minutes they would give me $20. They bet because they knew I wouldn’t be able to do it. They knew by my shaky knees and how I sometimes cried in class because I missed my mom that I couldn’t do it. And yet, I opened the door of the creepy, abandoned house that the whole street talks about in a hushed tone and stepped in.The inside looked like it had once been beautiful. The stairs, now chipped and probably creaky, were big and wrapped around the wall of the house proudl...