Too Close To Home_Clack... Clack... Clack..._Listen please!_The Result of Revenge
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Too Close To Home
I was walking towards the low-roofed adult home, it was just to my left. The wind brushed past my face with a nonchalant whisk, as if questioning my presence in such a rough neighborhood. It was cold, but not bad enough to prevent a midnight excursion. The hour long walk had put my hands to sleep, but my curiosity was awake as ever. Like a high school reunion - terrifying but necessary - there was something about my childhood block that called for an overdue rendezvous. I glanced at the grass on the sidewalk's edge where my brother and I used to count the cigarettes all those years ago. Ther...
Clack... Clack... Clack...
I stared at the line of the email from the president of our company in stunned silence:Subject: Star Tech Friday. Be ready!Imbecile!How could I have missed that? Why would I not have questioned it? I had no idea what to do now. What I needed to do was go home before I made an even bigger fool of myself. I should've turned and left when Sally at the receptionist's desk gaped at me. She didn't even grace me with her cheery, sing-songy 'Morning Tom!' Caught up as I was, I missed the sign. Then everyone else I passed also looked in disbelief. With each dumbfounded stare cawww.onedoor.ccme the realization that I...
Listen please!
"You fail to entertain me Antinio."A bloody and beaten man is tied to a chair. A fist rockets toward his lowered face, brutally connecting with his already sore jaw."Listen! Please listen, I... I can do..."SMACK!The impact again smashing the inside of his cheek against teeth that cut into his flesh."I hear promises and no delivery. Lucious, get the bike chain!"Fuck. That is Antonio's only thought at the moment."I went out Saturday night, and had a beer. Karaoke was on and felt like singing some Johnny Cash. I took a shot of whiskey...""What kind? Details, Antinio, give me DETAILS!"Lucious deli...
The Result of Revenge
A little girl calmly stood in front of a clear, closet mirror. Her dark chocolate-coloured hair stretched down to her waist. She slowly balled her hands into two tiny fists and shouted, “I will get my revenge!” When kids are mad at their parents, most of them do either one of two things: one, they throw a temper tantrum. Or two, they get revenge but it’s something small like putting salt into their parent’s coffee. This primary school-aged kid was different though. She had a plan so grand that even Arsene Lupin wouldn’t be able to handle it. This plot of revenge had all stemmed from her parent...