Sugar Honey Iced Tea_the road not taken_Death to the Perpetual 0000_Open Mic
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Sugar Honey Iced Tea
“What do you mean it’s cancelled?” I asked. I dropped my phone down to my side, mid-text to Mum. Aaron only repeated himself. “The weather is too bad to fly, apparently. We’ve been moved to Thursday.” He did that annoying head-tilt he did when he felt bad for me; but he was trying at least. I couldn’t believe this. I would definitely be the worst daughter in history. Perhaps even the worst human entirely. Missing my Father’s funeral because of some goddamn rain. I grasped the phone tighter in my hand, till the screen could have nearly cracked. I couldn’t feel my feet, so I dropped; unsure of w...
the road not taken
It’s midnight, but I have no intention of sleeping.I can hardly even look at my old bed, sitting in the corwww.onedoor.ccner under all the music posters that I didn’t bother to take down from the wall before I left. Quilt pressed and straight, pillows perfectly in place. Like an artifact. Something you might see in a museum. I haven’t touched it since I got here. I feel better here, by the window, sitting in my dad’s desk chair because he’s been using my room as an office. No—not my room. My room is in a studio apartment across the country, filled with piercing gold Los Angeles sunlight and sheets upon shee...
Death to the Perpetual 0000
I lived in room 203 in an underkept weekly motel. My family and I weren’t close, but we lived close. My parents and brother lived below in room 105 and 107、 I was laying in my bed asleep when it happened. I woke up to screams and peered outside to see utter blackness. I felt weak and powerless, so I crept back into my bed. The only timeframe I’m certain about for my story, is the first couple of days. Because of my battery-operated alarm clock. The rest seems to run together but I’ll give my best estimate. I was left alone those first two days. During that time is when the loudest screams oc...
Open Mic
The guest room is done up in peaches and cream, a large bed in the center dominates the room, the pa on stage surrounded by other furniture, supporting actors in this grand performance. The concierge opens the door and ushers me into this beautiful room, which will be mine now for three whole days. The concierge asks me when my other guest would arrive, and I tell him it's just me. He smiles and I tip him, just to get him to go away.Later, I sit at the bar sipping red wine and absently making circle after circle on the wet surface of the wood. I would have pulled out my notebook to draw bu...