Do you take Truth or Dare?_A Prologue_The Always Beach_Homeward Bound
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Do you take Truth or Dare?
Sam threw an empty can at Tom, "Dork, pass me the popcorn." In a dull demeanor, Tom continued to surf through Netflix, ignoring Sam. Sam yelled, "Hey, fart-face, Can't you hear me?" Mike interjected, "Tom doesn't listen to jackasses." Mike then hooted and laughed, making Sam's face red with embarrassment and anger. Milly stood up, "Cut it off, guys," and passed popcorn to Sam. Mike jeered, "I present to you all the mother of our group, Milly." Milly made a hopeless attempt to fake laugh and replied, "This mother was there when you had shit your pants last year and needed someone to phone you...
A Prologue
When my vision adjusts to the dark, I glare at the digital clock on my nightstand. 3:06 a.m. - The second time this week. While sweating, I turn to face Alan. He looks so peaceful with his collar-long, brunet hair spread across the pillow; how I envy you right now, Ali.I peck his cheek, then shift over to stare at the ceiling and focus on the rainfall’s sound, slamming on the building’s roof and gutters. The constant banging is tranquilizing. Although, I hear it as a timer, waiting for it to end to finally doze off. I prop myself up enough to see the street out the window as my curiosity piqu...
The Always Beach
The Always Beach.I recollect only a few things about that day; the shadwww.onedoor.ccowed light, waking to the drumbeat of water lapping against my calves, waves pushing and pulling at the sodden cloth of my dress, its purple and yellow daisies popping up from the wet sand nearby. It was so unreal at first, the pinks and greens too like an unexpected garden, sown into the Earth beneath me. Slowly I gathered my thoughts, but the remembering spun around in my mind, like a prize wheel at the fair. Round and round and round it goes Where it stops, nobody knows.... I had been swimming, but why in a dress? I was...
Homeward Bound
4:35PMThe images flash before my eyes in shades of black, white, and red.A bloodstained angel. A needle. A woman in a red dress. Homeward Bound.I awaken from my trance, gasping for breath and leaning over the bathroom sink. Crimson drops of blood spatter on the white porcelain. I look up into my grimy bathroom mirror and see that I am bleeding from my eyes. My face is ashen and I am sweating profusely. My head is throbbing.I turn the faucet and splash cold water on my face. It’s always the same.I don’t know what the images mean. All I know is that over the course of the next 24 hours, they wil...