If I have the words..._Slush_The Pause_It's a Curse!
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If I have the words...
“I can’t do this.” I rubbed my little brother’s spine, ignoring the way his sweat coated my skin through his button-up shirt. In the darkness backstage, I was grateful no one else was here to see how clammy he was. My mom should never have forced him to sign up for debate. I mean, really. This kid? Up in front of the entire school? He was much more comfortable holed up in the library. In the back, curled against stacks of musty old philosophy books. I was pretty sure he’d read every single one of the ancient philosophers and was now making his way through Malcom X.“It’s going to be fine.” As ...
Slush
I breathe out, the white cigarette smoke indistinguishable from the thick clouds of vapor coming out of people’s lungs into the freezing air of the indifferent streets. I can see it’s warm and cozy inside the café, but I much rather stay out here. I was the one who invited him, but I can’t go in. I would love to tell myself “Come on, Kate. You can do it.” But I’m not sure I can.The little bell over the door jingles as someone enters the café.I stay outside and fill my lungs with warm smoke while my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s the fourth time. He’s getting impatient. I scheduled this lov...
The Pause
The square room was of white walls, white canvas and white light.From each corner hid no shadow; not a mote of dust lingered, andwww.onedoor.cc not a sound was heard.A cryogenic bed was fixed in the middle of the room with a digital counter atop the glass frame.The last minute of the timer fell and as the numbers showed zero, a door on the far side of the room opened.The bed unlatched with a wheeze and a naked man sat upright.“Dr Fischer,” spoke a voice, “another year has passed. The procedure will be resumed.”“Did you destroy it?” he said out of pure instinct, unaware of the voice.His eyes bulged in fear a...
It's a Curse!
“Who's that girl?” I asked a seatmate at my 3 o'clock while pointing at the pretty girl who was confidently sitting at my best friend's chair.Huh! The nerve of that girl to sit there, was she a transferee? That was quite impossible, knowing that we were currently in the middle of stressful finals.“We have the same reaction when I entered this room, I first thought that I'm just too stressed not to notice that I was entering the wrong room, but I wasn't! That girl is our classmate, particularly your best friend!”I might look so overreacting by what she just said, but I just couldn't help it. My...