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96%
Driving down the highway, she passes an eighteen wheeler. It has a large yellow sign plastered to the back side: Come join our team! Customers report that they are 96% satisfied with us!“Did you just read that sign?” She asks her daughter. “They think 96% is something to brag about? They are OKAY with 96%? I don’t think I would want to work for a company where the customers aren’t 100% satisfied.”“Mom, you’re joking, right?” her daugwww.onedoor.cchter turns the radio back up to ear deafening, thus ending the conversation.“I’m not kidding, kiddo, what do you mean?” she shouts over Billie Eilish.“None of your...
Heavenly Help
Are you there, God It's me Allie. I need your help. I know I have no right to ask for your help, but I'm desperate. I don't know who else to turn to.My life hasn't been going the way I want it to go, and it seems no one understands or cares. This all started when the love of my life Ryan left.Ryan, the only man I ever loved didn't leave me, he's in the military. Ryan left on deployment for six months to a year with the Army. I miss him so much.This isn't the first time Ryan left on deployment with the Army and every time he came home to me.I don't why. I can't explain it, but I feel something ...
A Man's Man
Content warning: LanguageThey knew I wasn’t cut out for war the moment they stuck an M4 Carbine in my hands. I had lady fingers while the soldiers around me had hands made to strangle and calluses that grated their rifles into submission.To die for my country, surrounded by the sweaty men it rounded up into its service, was not a lifelong goal of mine. To be fair, I didn’t have a lifelong goal. A younger version of myself had been set on teaching preschool, or kindergarten—didn’t matter really. I just loved kids. That dream was doused by the gaggle of overprotective mothers who had me detained...
Up in the Sky
I’m 15, but I’ll be 16 in two months.Old enough to have some say in whether I want to see another stupid doctor. Not that they ever give me a choice. I'm sick and tired of my parents dragging me from place to place like this. My mother says, “We’re seeking someone to help us solve your problem.” What problem? I don’t have a problem. I like to be left alone to do my shit, but that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with me. Well, there was that suicide attempt, but that’s in the past. I’m okay now. But my parents don’t get it. If they would listen, they could’ve saved all the money they spen...