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The Fortunate Son
The Fortunate Son By Karen Lankford-Carnes This isn’t ideal, by any stretch of the imagination. Siobhan thought as she punched her timecard, in only eight hours. I can do this.Just find a purpose, a reason forwww.onedoor.cc being here. Some reason. “I really, really hate this gig. How am I working in a restaurant? It’s not even a clever cliche. “Malarkey!” That's what he said, with conviction,no less. Siobhan couldn't even whisper it without going into one of her uncontrollable laughing fits.She had more and more of these as of late. Here she was, a 32 year actor. Living her dreams keeping the salad bar fil...
Face Me at the River Ocean
My best friend’s older brother hates me, but you cannot tell by looking at him. Even now, as we cruise through the hills beyond the city, he makes no effort to be outwardly mean.“When is Jazz supposed to be back?” He fiddles with the radio. “Last day in August, I think.”“UGH.” The guttural sound sinks me deep into the Jeep’s front passenger seat. “Three months without the love of my life.” I squeeze my eyes shut at the thought.“Doubt.” His pretence to mask the word as a cough is lacklustre.“And what is that supposed to mean?” My spine straightens out. An eyebrow is quirked.“Nothing, nothing at...
Life Goes On
She had been bent over the bonnet of her car for ten minutes, her back facing the storefront where he was standing. Her slim legs draped in tights, an inverted v-shape, disappearing into a blue denim dress shirt.He knew her. Ariana. She was in one of his classes. She sat in the front row almost two meters away from him and had said nothing to him the whole semester. Barely even acknowledged he existed.He always felt slightly nervous when near good-looking girls, because of his stutter. With Ariana's flawless oval face, framed by jet black curls, his tongue became as stubborn as Uncle Festus ol...
No Longer Friends, and Friendships Brand New
The house is glossy midnight blue, fresh-painted, and perfectly framed through my speckled bedroom window. I'm mildly surprised by the sudden curb appeal that the house has gained from its new paint job. The place hasn't looked so clean and new in the six years my family's lived across the street from it, and I always thought of it as a lost cause. If every street has a slightly haunted, probably abandoned old wreck of a house, this one was ours, but it's really cleaned up."Watcha think?" Khloe holds out a hand for my inspection.I glance over the sparkly blue and purple nails, each boasting a ...