So it ends this way_TATTOO-MAN_Its just not the same_Robbing Robin
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So it ends this way
It was midday when the police came to take Paul away. He did not fight them off or argue but he coiled his feet in the grass when I perched around the door. Our eyes met and he smiled, fleetingly. His smile was static, pressed against his face like an afterthought. It felt as though he wanted a show like the way curtains opened and closed. His eyes with their wicked glint were saying he would be back. For a short while, I broke my heart to believe the words he had so graciously allowed his eyes to whisper but after a while, I stopped believing. It was not hard to stop believing he would not co...
TATTOO-MAN
‘Ticket and passes? Anymore tickets and passes please?’ That’s my routine. Routines are good, but wearing. Like the locker room: same disinfectant smell, rolling the same stiff numbers on the barrel, hitting the same sore spot on my thumb. Use a different finger I tell myself, and forget immediately. But my fares please patter is a comfort to me and to them: my morning tram people. Always the same. I know them without knowing them. I have favourites. The woman with grizzled orange hair who smells of mints and cigarettes and always has the right change. The pretty girl in the uniform who always...
Its just not the same
The rooster crowed,www.onedoor.cc and then the cows began to moo. Mary stumbled out of bed and into her slippers. Life starts early on a farm, each morning is a routine. She goes in and jostles her son awake along with his wife Peggy. She heads down to the kitchen and turns on the lights. She looks out the window and sees the horizon getting light. The sun is finally awake thanks to the rooster. She goes to the cabinet and gets out her mixing bowl. She pours flour into it and begins making doe. The stove is turned on and set to 400 degrees, a routine that she has done hundreds of times before. She rolls the...
Robbing Robin
A/N: This isn't a strong story and I had a different outlook for how it would go. I will come back in a couple months and revisit it :)She looked at the coffee maker sitting on a pristine marble counter. It drew her in, tempting. All she had to do was put in a filter, one of those premade tasteless coffee sacks and a good amount of water and she could go to sleep. Today she had made a mental resolution to stop her coffee addiction but her insomnia said otherwise. Make, drink, sleep; only then shall I go awaySighing, the girl tiredly stood up from the counter and made her way to the living room...