Swept up in emotions_A Late Night Walk_Mustard Seed_Johnny Gets Stuck
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Swept up in emotions
Sally lay awake in bed, waiting for the click. She watched the sway of the shadows against her wall, watching the pace occasionally quicken and intensify then soften as the wind pushed the tree branches across her window. A rumble groaned out from the dark sky, soft at first then a louder bellow. She shuddered. She didn’t remember Pa mentioning a storm brewing at dinner tonight.Pa always mentioned storms."There’s going to be a big one, " Pa said last Friday over dinner while www.onedoor.ccpassing the rolls to her brother, Sammy. "Forecaster said to stay indoors. There’s a chance for flooding too."Sammy scof...
A Late Night Walk
It’s 11:30 on a cool night in mid-October. I just got off work and am not quite ready to go home. I decide to go for a walk to clear my head. The store I work at was very busy tonight, and the adrenaline is still coursing through my veins. As I turn down Market Street, I am uneasy because I feel someone is following me. I glance behind me and swear I see a shadow standing behind me. As I peer closer, it ducks between two buildings. The palms of my hands start to sweat as I walk faster. My heart is racing. My breathing is short, fast, and shallow. I need to calm my system down. I never had one ...
Mustard Seed
Warning: the trigger warnings contain spoilers. TW: Mental Health, Miscarriage, Physical Trauma, Slight Gore Suicide. In the dark, birdsong hours of the early morning in their bed, she could feel the baby blooming inside her. Sometimes, between the sleeping and the awake, her lids still listlessly shut and grasping the last gossamer tresses of dreams, she could feel him shifting inside the swollen curve of her belly, as truthful and foretold as starlight. She knew he was a boy, she read in the shadows and sunrays that he would be born in the relief of blood and that he would be great, gentle,...
Johnny Gets Stuck
Johnny slowed his breathing. Panicking would do no good. He tried moving his hands to get a feel for what he was up against. They were both stuck. Johnny closed his eyes, more for the psychological effect as it was pitch black in here. He kept his breathing slow. A bead of sweat made it’s way down his back. Fucking Robbie. All he wanted to do was help Robbie out of a tight jam. Now he was in one himself. And where was Robbie? Probably halfway home by now. With the money. Again. The rock was cool and unyielding against Johnny’s cheek. The pain in his ankle was subsiding, maybe it wasn’t broken ...