Highs and Los_The Color Of A Fighter_The Mishaps of Two 'Third-Wheelers'_On Evil's Side
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Highs and Los
Anna and Jack had almost nothing in common at the beginning of their relationship and that’s what brought them together, but the constant arguments and different viewpoints and backgrounds soon grew out of its cute phase. Much like their usual pattern, this odd couple finds themselves back in the deserted parking lot of a movie theater that closed down a few years back.“Remember when we attended your brother’s wedding?” Jack asked, took a puff of his cigarette and passed it to Anna.Anna placed the tiny cylinder between her lips and drew in a breath, then began coughing violently, “I thought I ...
The Color Of A Fighter
TW: sexual abuse, physical abuse, institutional abuse The boat is made from wood we found behind the cross-filled cemetery, buried under yellowing furniture and carriage carcasses with no wheels and rusted pails. A graveyard for trash behind a graveyard for people. You told me there's no difference between the two. We took the wood that didn't break when I jumped on it and built a sagging boat with a sagging hull. You brought me red paint, said it would make the boat look like it belongs to me, and I had grinned. We missed Church to paint it, using a dirty rag to slap red onto the yellow and b...
The Mishaps of Two 'Third-Wheelers'
The lights installed into the school hallway flickered at least a hundred feet away from where I was. A slow sequence, lasting only a few seconds, that no one except me seemed to pay any mind to. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now, I found the off-white luminescence to be odd against the beaming neon rays that surrounded the campus. Nothing unusual about the sight, however. There were probably damn near over eighty teens here at the school-hosted dance, all of which were enjoying the event to their heart’s- however separate- content. Popular radio songs echoed with vibration everywhere they ...
On Evil's Side
“Almost there,” Hades’ slightly-distorted voice whispered over the walkie-talkie. “Take another left at the end of this street. There’ll be a security camera pointed right at you on one of the side shop’s backdoors. Keep outta its way. You don’t wanna mess up this time!” He hissed, the same way he hissed at almost everything he said. I took a cawww.onedoor.ccreful turn to the left of the street, eyeing the camera he had just mentioned. It was a moving camera, that turned from left to right. “Okay, okay. Stop crawlin’ up my back, Dude. It’s annoying. And might I remind you who’s fault it was the last time we...