The cashier_Ouija_A Better Life_Goodwill To All Women
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The cashier
Lilly's point of viewFrom day one, sense pre-k I had a crush on this boy named Cade. The first time I saw him we kept glancing over at each other when the other person wasn't looking. Sometimes we would catch each other and look away blushing with embarrassment. Every year I would think I got over him, but I always felt a spark between us, like there was something there. I never once in my life confessed my feelings about him and to this day I never will. Cade's point of viewPre-k was a fun year for me. I remember getting to play all day and talk to my little friends. I always caught this girl...
Ouija
"I should have asked my mom before coming over.""Well, the phone's in the kitchen. You can call her if you're worried.""Nah she might get mad. I'll just make sure I get home before she gets home I guess. Where's your board?""Upstairs.""Why's it so cold in here?""It's an old house.""I'm glad I don't live in an old house. Sarah's got an old house too and it never gets warm. But I guess it's better to play Ouija in an old house than a new one. This is your room?""Yeah.""Don't you ever clean it?""Not really.""Doesn't your mom www.onedoor.ccget mad?""Do you ever stop talking? Jesus Christ.""I heard the spirits d...
A Better Life
CW: Offensive language, reference to abuse.I’m coming, alright. Jesus Christ, kid, quit standing by the car like that. Anyone’d think you can’t get away soon enough. The door's unlocked.You don’t need to give me that look, boy. I’ll smoke in my own damn car if I want to. Wait until you’re away in that place, you’ll be boozing it up and smoking pot every weekend with all the other kids, guarantee it.Here, put the address in my phone, would you? Make sure we don’t end up all the way in Invercargill. I never even been that far. Who’d want to, huh? Probably nothing but Penguins down there.You reme...
Goodwill To All Women
Goodwill To All WomenThe offices of Messrs Ingleford, Chisholm and Took loomed large above me as I stepped down from Percy's carriage. I felt his presence, warm and reassuring, behind me, along with that of my closest friend, Arabella. The street was dirty with grey snowmelt, causing Arabella to wince prettily as she gathered up her skirt, and we crossed the path towards the glossy black door with care.Lamplight led the way to the office of Mr. Chisholm, a round, fat man with a countenance that reminded me of Father Christmas himself, made only more vivid by the aroma of peppermints about him....