Ghost of You_Cat and Mouse, Except the Mouse is Me_Ultimatum_Accusation
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Ghost of You
There was no reason by which I should stand here. But my heart couldn’t refuse her.I know I couldn’t. I stood there, frozen as if the air in my lungs were naught as if the oxygen had become wrought with toxic waste. Yet there was no means of toxic waste, there was only air and my resistance to the breath that should keep my lungs pumping and which in turn makes my heart race. And still, my heart races hard against my sturdy chest.I leaned slightly as the large church doors opened. I could feel the strength leaving me as the smell of lavender echoes thoroughly enraptures the austere surroundi...
Cat and Mouse, Except the Mouse is Me
September 6th For the record, I don’t like cats. I mean, they’re okay, but dogs are far superior. My proof? This one cat is obsessed with me. It won’t leave me alone. And it’s black. So just my luck. I have a bad omen following me around wherever I go. When I do the dishes, it’s on the windowsill, curled up and bathing in the evening light. When I go to sleep, it snuggles up right next to me, and I push it off the www.onedoor.ccbed. Yet, in the morning, it’s there, using my stomach as a headrest. When I’m driving in the car, it rides in the passenger seat. It’s become our routine; wake up, I make breakfast...
Ultimatum
'It must be satisfying.''Hm?''Knowing that your work creates... this kind of thing you can see out the window down there. What do you newspapermen call it? ‘Mobilisation,’ isn’t it? Almost like you are building an army. It’s quite effective, you’d agree.''Quite.''From your perspective, anyway.''I don’t quite understand what you’re driving at, mate.''Well. They can gather and walk and chant and make a mess all they like. It isn’t going to change anything. All it is doing is selling papers.''But that doesn’t make sense. If this... mess... is all I was after, because I wanted to sell papers, it’s...
Accusation
Pounding the tarmac, she bolted down the garden path like an Olympic champion at the start gun. She quickened her pace to an all-out sprint, whilst the springing graceful steps of twenty miles earlier had long since disappeared. The slapping noise of her flip-flops resonated around the vandalised walls of the housing estate with a clanging echo. She didn’t know where she was nor did she know where she was heading; but she knew she had to get far away from him. Flashing in her eyes, an image of a wedding dress consumed her thoughts. She wanted to tear it and rip it up and throw it at him; throw...