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Trash is Worth Trash and Nothing More
Warning: ViolenceJust admit that it’s over. What’s done is done, there’s no going back. It was a cold, winter day. It wasn’t stormy, not yet, but it would be soon. The clouds were rolling across the sky, and I was huddled in a dark alley for fear of sudden downpour. She probably won’t notice. I mean, how often did she see him during the day? He was starving. I did them a favor. I hear footsteps. Coming closer. I have to hide. What if it is her? Coming to avenge his death, the one that I caused. I run towards the back of the alley, running fast but quiet, until I dissolve into the shadows. I am...
Round and Round We Go
Round and Round We Go AFTER It’s dark. I’m scared. I’m not alone. It’s dark…. Cold.BEFORE I’m going to be late for my appointment on the 17th floor. I’m going to be late for my appointment on the 17th floor. No. No. I won’t. I’m on time. I need to relax. That’s what Dr. Mishka said last time remember. You’re going to be late! That other voice said, the one from inside. The one that haunts my mind. Block it out. Just like Dr. Mishka said. I’m a little tea pot. Remember? Short and stout. Here is my handle, all that jazz. That won’t help you. You know that don’t you? That voice interrupted agai...
Eggs & Exits
We sat in our usual corner booth at Julia’s Diner; a family favorite in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. We visited Julia’s Diner exactly one time a year, every morning after SmithTech’s annual holiday party in Atlantic City. Every year, my father’s company, SmithTech, hosts a massive holiday party organized by myself and my mother, Vivienne. www.onedoor.ccPlanning a party for approximately eight hundred people, which includes all our employees, their significant others and a handful of our biggest clients and partners, takes a herculean effort for two people with full-time jobs aside from our annual party...
Those Emerald Eyes
"Adam, this is Dani," my new manager, Walt, announced, pulling me over to the only other intern in the office as he gave me the grand tour. I was never sure why managers always insisted on a ‘grand’ tour. Just show me the 4" by 4" box I'll be living in for 8 hours a day, I thought to myself. The girl with the short, golden hair, Dani, turned from her desk to face us as we approached, and it took everything in my power not to spill my coffee. It was her. She had gone by Elle back then, but I was sure it was her. She still had the same deep green eyes, and the familiar little scar above her righ...