Break the Cycle_All the Joy_Demo Man_Creekside Diner
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Break the Cycle
Break the Cycle. In my teenage year’s summertime meant heat and boredom. Laid out like an offering to Sun Gods on a blanket of stagnant damp, because towels soaked up sweat, Le Tan, or coconut oil products. Advised by a skin specialist in a plush Subiaco office, to rectify teenage acne by, ‘get as much sun as you can.’ Obedient out of respect for sums my parents paid, a row of framed degrees, and innocent of how men could manipulate. A time long before I learnt about worldly complexities.Dead mussels lined shores, also rotting in glare, and seagulls pecked and cawed, white-winged sociopaths, ...
All the Joy
A grin on his face, Ludwig ran around the living room with his plastic rifle, yelling out bits and pieces of the things he’d heard in a western he watched with his dad. ‘I know you’re there!’ He pointed the gun at the sofa. ‘ Come out with your hands in the air!’ Conrad watched, as his son made a plethora of gun sounds jumping around, grabbed his heart, falling to his knees and gave out a long, high-pitched ‘no,’ before plummeting to the ground.‘Ludwig!’ A voice came from the front of the house. ‘Matt is here!’In an instant the God’s hand resurrected the fallen cowboy. ‘Coming!’Being fed up wi...
Demo Man
To destroy, to tear down, that was the Demo Man’s job. The heavy hammer flew of its own accord in his fists, the walls falling, collapsing in huge crashes. He was the conductor in this orchestra, calling for the high pitched crack of thin lathe, the long rip of the tearing wallpaper, and the kettledrum boom of the breaking studs. His skill was not in building, or creating, but in destruction, the art of destroying another’s creation. What takes months to build comes down in a day. Usually he knocked down homes, but he was indifferent, breaking down sheds and outhouses along with gazebos and de...
Creekside Diner
Sandra adjusted her loose ponytail. A nervous tic she carried from childhood. Some chew their fingernails or tug their ears when uncomfortable. Sandy played with her ponytail. She glanced over at Mike; manager for less than a week and he already was making a name for himself. Not in a good way. Mike sat in an empty booth and glared at Sandy. Her hands shook as she cleared a table of dishes and glasses. She looked back at Mike, who motioned with his eyes toward the back of the diner. Sandy knew she had to do something. Not because she wanted to of course.Creekside Diner is an institution. Sandy...