A Fairy Tale_Hindsight's 20/20_Small Town Secrets_Billie
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A Fairy Tale
Once upon a time. Yewww.onedoor.ccs that’s right, that’s how this story starts. Because that’s how most good works of fiction start. Yes, that’s right. This is a story. Now you may be wondering, how is it that I know I am in a story? Well it’s simple. See because in this story, everything works out perfectly and we all live happily ever after, but if this were real life, that is the world you live in, everything wouldn’t work out perfectly. But let me continue. So as I said, once upon a time. There was me - no not a princess or anything like that. Just a regular girl. But a made up one of course. Because i...
Hindsight's 20/20
January 9, 2020No. 5 Hospital, WuhanIt was very clear that he was dying. The doctors and nurses around him had tried everything they could. His face was hardly visible under the tubes and mask that covered his mouth, struggling to make sense of the world. He tried to remember how it had all gone wrong, but old age had a curious way of affecting people's memories. He tried to cling to the last thing he remembered, the one memory of his sweet grandson Li Wei, standing with him under the mellow sun, staring with wide-eyed curiosity."Yéyé, is this the fish place?", Li had asked.He had laughed hear...
Small Town Secrets
Story contains language, brief mentions of abuse and suicide.“Who orders a plain latte?” “I do, apparently.” “It’s like the most basic thing I’ve ever heard of.” “Better than pretending to be someone you’re not.” “Damn. I was only joking.” “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.” “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. How’re you holding up?” “As good as can be expected.” “So bad.” “I’ve been better.” “If you’re looking to talk to someone, I have the number – “ “Actually, I wanted to talk to you.” “You can always talk to me.” “Good. I wanted to talk to you about Steve.” “I take back my previ...
Billie
We’ve been here before. The burning. The looting. The screams. The darkness. The fire. The running. The chanting. Avoiding the tear gas. Breaking glass windows. Turning the police cars onto its side. Hit by rubber bullets. All of it looks too familiar. Her mother told her about her witnessing such rage when she was younger. And here sitting in her boyfriend’s bedroom, Billie watches the flames rise on the streets of Ferguson, Missouri. She sat on the end of his bed, watching the news footage on his television. She watched, troubled by the whole thing. But she understood. Her boyfriend, Ronald,...