There's a Hole Where My Heart Used to Be_Ain't No Guardian Angel_Lockett's Window_A Trag
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There's a Hole Where My Heart Used to Be
You know she’s a loaded gun.Click, click, boom. “Lucy, what the hell did you do?” Benny says when we walk into the house and he sees the glass on the floor. “What needed to be done,” I reply. My cheeks are burning. “She’s going to lose her mind!” “But Benny--” I punch my hands into my pockets. “God Lucy! You can’t just break shit. Anything sets Mama off these days--” “Just shut up Benny!” I cry. I don’t have to be reminded how bad it is. She’s moody, bitter, drunk… and she hates me and Benny more than she usually does. It ain’t fair. And Benny The Saint is gonna take the fall for what I done....
Ain't No Guardian Angel
TW: War, BombingShe www.onedoor.ccprayed it would hold. The supports straining to keep the derelict shelter over their heads. The flickering lights. The morale of everyone working themselves to the bone around her, comforting and tending to the wounded. She couldn’t pick just one, so she simply said it.Vera prayed it would hold.She couldn’t care less if the lights went out; there were plenty of battery-operated lanterns to light the bunker if need be. She was terrified of what losing them meant.Losing lights meant losing electricity.Losing electricity meant the ventilator breathing for her mother woul...
Lockett's Window
I’m a detective trying to piece together a series of events all having to do with a strange window. You may call me Detective J. There’s been a belief that supernatural phenomenons have been happening to the people who came into contact with the window. Unfortunately, some records about the mysterious window have been either lost, discarded, not recorded, or burnt. My only lead is the residents at Locketts Hotel in Auburn, Alabama. I believe that the family, the Freemans, that own hotel isn’t normal.Cindy Lockett, January 4, 1852: As the ashes fell from the sky like snow, while the men with m...
A Tragic Bloom
During a time of old, arranged marriages were considered to be a grand gesture, thought up by the parents of children with excellent mannerisms, behavior, and overall high status. It was also a plus if both inpiduals were beautiful. So naturally, parents tried to pair their children who they believed were perfect for each other. Usually this meant that anything not working towards that goal was seen as time-consuming and a hindrance to their growth. Likewise, it also meant their children had no say in who they were told to marry, even if they themselves didn't get along. That was the case fo...