Clean the Basement_Trigger Warning_Boots the Cat_Why I Summoned the Devil
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Clean the Basement
"He's almost twenty minutes late," Mike thought, annoyed, as he continued to sweep the dust from the white tile floor behind the counter. The 7-11 was a complete mess: trash cans spilling over, mice under the shelves, and most of the food was past expiration. Mike seemed to be the only employee who cared; Justin worked the night shift from five to one but never cleaned and Mr.Chenko, his manager, was a hermit who rarely came out of his office. Mike often drifted off at work, only to be reminded he was not alone by the occasional Russian shouting he overheard coming from the back office. He ha...
Trigger Warning
CW: References to substance abuse, violence, child endangerment, promiscuity, racial slurs, fat shaming, candy canes and gum drops. Bob lit his cigarette while loading his pistol. He kept dropping bullets in the process. ‘Better than dropping the smoke,’ he mused. ‘No fires.’ The shells bounced and rolled. Some went over the edge. Their staccato rattling attracted Bob’s granddaughter, baby Brooklyn. She crawled under the table in search of the curious objects. “What happened to my shells?” Bob asked the universe. Despite starting with a full box, he came up short. He couldn’t fill a single ...
Boots the Cat
Boots the Cat “A few years ago I was living with someone, but she died a few weeks back. Stacy was her name. And Stacy had a cat named Boots. I never liked that cat, but once Stacy was gone, guess who was in charge of Boots? “Me. It was me. “I met Stacy because when I moved to New York City, I really needed a roommate. Everyone needs one to afford living. Everyone normal, anyway. We lived together for two years and said almost nothing to each other the entire time; It was perfect. But when Stacy got a cat, I was pretty annoyed. I hate cats. “That was probably the first time we ever spoke to ea...
Why I Summoned the Devil
"Let me get this straight: you summoned me because of a toaster?""Yeah, you got it, bucko. That orange one right there. See it?""Of course I see it, mortal.""Okay. Good. So, I was thinking. Maybe you could just wave your hands and do your magic mumbo jumbo and make it work again, Satan.""Satan?""That's your name, isn't it?""No.""Lucifer, then?""No.""Beelzebub?""Now you're just being racist.""Well, you don't have to say it like that. And you can nip that eye-rolling in the bud, too. I tell you, kids these days have no manners. No respect for their elders whatsoever." "You speak of respect, yet ...