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Forrest looks out the window, sighing heavily. Fat, fluffy snowflakes drift to the ground, cloaking the world in utter silence. It's peaceful and tranquil. The exact sort of atmosphere Forrest needs to finish his report. And of course, it's also the one thing that's distracting him from it. He looks at his work them out the window, then www.onedoor.ccback at his work, contemplating whether going outside for a few moments will affect his report.No, he decides firmly. It might not affect his work directly, but it will certainly give him an excuse to procrastinate the next time. He figures if he can cut off hi...
Salem
Salem He sprints away, not daring to look back, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like distant gunshots. He just had to get to the back stairway and up to his office on the second floor, where his EpiPen was stashed. It was the only solution at this point. He should have injected himself hours ago when he felt the sensation crawling up his back. Stop it, he hisses in his mind, It’s too late now. Stop thinking about what you should have done and just go. Get. That. EpiPen! He continues to sprint down the hallway, listening for the frantic footsteps. They were close, but not close enough to...
Lilith
LilithBy: Liu MokSnowflakes fell profusely. Each winter in Terranova was an exact replica of the previous one. The same amount of snow, on the same days and storms on the fifth and twenty-third day of the year. That morning of the sixth day, everything went as usual, an overwhelming quiet after the ferocity of the previous day. Only the snowflakes disturbed the prevailing calm.Lilith woke up like every morning at seven, and prepared for her daily routine. The first indication that something was wrong was in the kitchen: the Tetra Pak of orange juice was empty. Tried to remember when was the la...
Crazy, Hurt & True
Fifteen. Awkward. Acne scars, baby fat, and growing boobs. Socially inept, desperate for a chosen family of friends with the same insecurities and bad taste in music. Not extroverted enough for the popular crowd, not brazen enough for the bad kids. Just introverted and new enough to slip through cracks and be invisible. I found my group of misfits. Outcast. Weirdos and dorks. Druggies. Cutters. Cigarettes and water bottles full of every clear liquor you can find in your dad’s unlocked cabinet. Still not weird enough to get truly bullied, but just enough to fit in one hundred percen...