Everyone Likes a Waffle_Moth-holes and Memory_The One Without an Ending_The Neighbourhood Incident
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Everyone Likes a Waffle
“Let me share a secret with you." I said, into the dark room. I was in the mood to let it fly.“No one believes your show anymore," I shout-whispered at him, leaning down. "The charming, funny guy who danced on tables at parties in college? It’s over. I hate to break it to you, but everyone knows you're a dick.”I sighed, exhausted. “You’re a dick and I’m an idiot,” I said. At this point, I knew I was only talking to myself.A few minutes before this last hurrah, as I was rehashing our latest go-round, he’d simply looked at me, turned off the lamp next to his bed and climbed under the covers, pul...
Moth-holes and Memory
I toss a hanger aside and throw a pale blue shirt into the cardboard box. I wore that shirt to a family dinner one night, when we used to do those. Loud, awkward ritual dinners my mom dragged and hounded us all to attend every other Sunday night. That particular dinner had been down on the sand by the quiet water, and I had paired my pale blue shirt with a pale blue skirt that tickled my ankles when I walked. The skirt had twirling patterns of flowers and stars and…Focus. Back to the closet. I reach towards another shirt, this one a deep orange. I haven’t worn it in ages, and there’s a moth-ho...
The One Without an Ending
1st Jan 2027It’s New Years Day. New Year… not so new me. I’m still stuck in this hospital with this same old boring, debilitating disease. To be fair I haven’t been in the hospital too long, especially compared to some people but that’s besides the point. I’m young and in my prime, I should be off partying in Ibiza and spending nights on the beach with my friends. But I’m not, because I can’t. And don’t get me wrong, I get it. I gwww.onedoor.ccet why they have to lock me up in my room like I’m some sort of animal, I get that I can’t open the window fully to make sure I won’t climb out, I haven’t tried yet...
The Neighbourhood Incident
In the last few days, three windows in the neighbourhood had been broken. David sat with the head of the neighbourhood and other members of the community discussing the strange occurrence. Though no robberies were reported, the people were on edge. Every day, there was a new broken window and today, the community members gathered around and started discussing the likely perpetrators of the act. David said, “I’m sure it’s the Henderson kids. Look at them, with their tattoos and uncombed hair. They spell trouble.” Charles Gordon, the head laughed and said, “Oh David. I’m sure that it’s not them....