Murdered Plans_"May the Best Man Win"_My Wife is Having an Affair_A Mother's Love
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Murdered Plans
My multitude of keys clang loudly in my hands as I try to find the one that goes to my studio apartment. It's eleven at nighttime after a study session in the coffee shop a few blocks down Walnut Street. The smell of coffee beans clings to my messily thrown up hair, black leggings, and sweatshirt embroidered with my school emblem. I find the key and proceed to jam it into the ancient keyhole. I jiggle it around before the worn doorknob opens to my tiny home. I kick off my shoes, not bothering to put them in their usual place beside the front door, and I slide my backpack off onto the floor ins...
"May the Best Man Win"
Paul Ingram shook from fear as the semi truck's trailer walls closed on him. He wanted to flee, run away, and hide from the trauma he had endured. However, his moral consciousness was stronger. "You won't leave your coworker, will you?! You won't let him suffer!" Paul squeezed his ears closed and shut his eyes, counting to 10, drowning out his coworker's grunts of pain. It did not work. Instead, words echoed from the man sprawled on the ground, muttering, "Help! I-I am dying..."SNAP OUT OF IT, PAUL! This ridiculous danger of death is all in my head, and you can't help what happened!" Shakin...
My Wife is Having an Awww.onedoor.ccffair
word count: 1959My Wife is Having an AffairBy Malanna Henderson"My wife is having an affair!"When Birney Jones blurted out those shocking words, I froze. I could hear him pouring his heart out to my father while I quietly crept back to the kitchen to prepare dinner.Mr. Jones was one of my father’s patients and a good friend. Dad and mom used to double date with Birney and Carlotta. They were all jazz enthusiasts and often met at the Minor Key, a popular jazz night club. I hadn't paid much attention, but they don't see each other socially anymore. Come to think of it, I only see Mr. Jones at my...
A Mother's Love
Trigger Warning: Mentions of death and kidnapping On a cold October morning, a car sped up the driveway of 3235 Merryway Lane. It came to a screeching halt and a young woman leapt out and hurried towards the front door of the modest house. Adeline pushed open the door, knowing that it wouldn’t be locked, and called out in a loud voice as she stepped into the foyer. “Mama? Are you alright?” “I’m in here, darling.” A familiar voice called back. Adeline followed her mother’s voice to the living room and was surprised to find her mother sitting in her recliner chair with a foldable table in front ...