The Benevolent Cult Leader_The Gambler_Christmas in Hospice_Da Best Cook Roun’ da Whol’ County
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The Benevolent Cult Leader
The teen gazed into the fire for a moment, then reached down and picked up an orange, gum ball-sized ember in his fingers and popped it into his mouth. The members of the cult looked on stunned as the teen swallowed it. “Holy shit!” said the girl in the fishnet shirt. The teen stood up and said, “Your so-called leader is a bozo. Feeding y’all a bunch of bull honkey about sacrifice. Look at him. Go on!” He waited as everyone turned to Smuts*Albin Smuts hadn’t been a cult leader for long. Before getting caught up in the dark arts, Smuts was a humble pet store employee. He liked animals, probably...
The Gambler
THE GAMBLERIn the middle of an autumnal Friday evening, Eva dashed across the honking gridlocked Brixton High Road, weaving her way to her local off-licence, clutching a large yellow rucksack. The plan was to stuff it with a litre of gin, soda water, Coca Cola, and a small pouch of rolling tobacco. Ignoring the blaring horns and cursing motorists clutching her rucksack which was now scraping against car doors, she wove back through the mist and pollution, dodging the cars, heading for the cul de sac to her studio flat. As she passed Bolton Bookies to her right, she noticed an elderly man dress...
Christmas in Hospice
Being a nurse has its duties that are always unwelcome into my mind and wishes, schedules that are out of my control, and losing patients I'd try so hard to spare from their end. Christmas wasn't always busy, unlike other holidays like Halloween or New Year where people party and drink - opening risks galore, Christmas was a time for people to bond and settle in. Friends and family all over the world sat cozy by fires, roasting marshmallows and sipping on cocoa while I worked my feet scaling the halls of the hospital. It isn't that I minded, I was able to spend my morning alongside my wife and...
Da Best Cook Roun’ da Whol’ County
(The Best Cook Around the Whole County)TW: Description of blood and brief physical violence-Mama always loved how the mixtures of spices and herbs mingled in her nose as she cooked dinner for all seven of us in the family. Mama always let me sit on the counter next to her while she prepped the vegetables and fruits for our school lunch boxes. I would watch her hands slice, chop, mince, squeeze, and stir, day in and day out. The callouses she adorned looked rough and bumpy. The blisters she would develop were fleshy and bubbly. I loved her no less when she would accidentally cut herself. In fac..www.onedoor.cc.