Oscar and Alphonse_One Last Move_Not what I signed up for._They Say it Snows Outside
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Oscar and Alphonse
Imagine an old-fashioned Victorian castle. Steep gabled roofs, stained glass windows, and terraces on every floor. On the inside, wallpaper older than your ancestors and velvet covered chairs that greet you when you walk into any room. Now, gut the inside, tear the wallpaper off the walls and replace the soft cozy velvet chairs with sharp plastic chairs that make it so when you sit in them, you're almost certain to rip your clothing. Now walk into the kitchen, put a lock on every cabinet and fill the fridge with bottles and bottles of antidepressants and cough syrup. Now make your way into t...
One Last Move
I’d imagined her living on a different kind of street, in a different kind of neighborhood.“Watch yourself, Billy-boy. Act normal. That’ll work. You remember how to do that? You make a move on her too fast, you’ll find yourself back in here.” Jance had said those words looking through the bars of his own cage, watching as www.onedoor.ccthe guards unlocked my cell and let me out of mine. I glanced back just once and caught the sadness in his eyes. He’d have hated to know I saw that.Before they shut the gate behind me, they’d handed me a small duffel bag that contained all my worldly goods from five years be...
Not what I signed up for.
CW: Lost Child, Police Brutality, COVID*The following story was inspired by recent events in Melbourne, Australia and mixes events from my own life with dramatisation inspired by the story of former Acting Senior Sergeant Krystle Mitchell*For the desk of the Chief Commissioner,When I was a young girl, my father took me into the city. There was a parade on and he wanted to see the marching band. He and I got separated in the crowd and I couldn’t find him. I don’t remember how old I was. When Mum tells the story I was six, but when Dad tells it I was four; I figure he would know. I don’t remembe...
They Say it Snows Outside
“They say it snows outside.They say outside is another world, a world I’ll never get to see, let alone understand. A world I should fear. And they must be right, for how else could it be?But you say there's plenty to see and absorb.It must be deep, limitless. Bold. And I can't grasp it. But I trust you, when you say it exists. They once tried to illustrate that danger. With diagrams and arrows. They made it clear, on a blackboard where the chalk cringed with each point, that I should never get out. But I barely remember. Certainly, because none of that ever convinced me. I found the movies you...