Another Item on the Bucket List_I Talked To Myself_Dyna_Blood and Cookies
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Another Item on the Bucket List
“I told you this was a bad idea.”“Shut it, just shut up, I’m sick of hearing you say that! We don’t know if this is going to go south or not, just hush!”“…ok. So…watching a murder happen through these closet doors in a house we’re not supposed to be in isn’t ‘going south’?”“I didn’t say that, I just…just shut up for a second, I need to think…”“Ok…it’s just – and I know I need to shut up ok I just want to say this one thing. It’s been an hour since, you know, that happened, and I thought I heard a door slam shut. So I think we can actually just get the hell out of here and forget this ever happ...
I Talked To Myself
Jane left her apartment and approached the lift, praying along the way that her guest would listen and stay in the bedroom. Jane offered to get some food for them, even though she knew it was more an excuse to get out of the house. Had she stayed, the argument would likely have escalated, and the yelling was sure to attract unwanted attention. Her younger self was in her apartment. Her pregnant, 18-year-old, flesh and blood self was in her apartment. Her hair, her clothes, and especially the look on her face, Jane was a hundred percent sure the young girl who turned up at her apartment was her...
Dyna
Do you want to die here or to die outside in nature? Wh..what ..what are you saying ?I’m asking a simple question; do you prefer to die here or to die outside ? Anthony please these things aren’t funny at all and besides I am very busy right now.So please tell me what you want rapidly “Dyna is dying “he said agonizedly.The ruler closed the door of the room and sat down in a sigh with some fury.“Who Did it?” He asked. “We still don’t know anything but I was checking it while the flowers were starting to wrinkle and also the device got received a radiation.”We only have 10 masks and we are 50 , ...
Blood and Cookies
TW: Contains some descriptions of blood and violencePhilip smiled at me as I shuffled towards his counter. ‘Morning Frank, how can I help you?’Good. If Philip was in a cheerful mood, that would make this much easier. I smiled back at him. ‘One courswww.onedoor.cce of antibiotics, please.’He eyed me with concern. ‘You’re sick?’‘No,’ I replied. ‘Katy is. She’s got crimson fever.’Philip’s eyes widened. ‘I’ll get your meds right away.’ He put on his spectacles and turned to rifle through the bottles and packets filling the shelves behind him, the harsh white light of the pharmacy glinting on his balding head. A...