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It Takes One To Know One
The trouble with Davey was that we couldn’t help liking him. We dreaded him coming in to use our public access laptops, and we braced ourselves against his screeches, demanding or plaintive, across the room, when he wanted – or more to the point demanded – our attention. Which often, in practise meant MY attention, and he had a way of doing it that, though I tried not to let it show, grated on me like the proverbial fingers on a glass window pane. My name is Polly, and he had a habit of preceding it with a shriek of EEEHHH, that was more suited to some borderline offensive stereotype of an eld...
John's April 1st Avoidance Dilemma
It was a beautiful spring afternoon in April. Air was still fresh from the yesterday's rain, but the sky was bright blue, without a single cloud in sight. Sun was shining bright, birds were singing, Mother Nature was in a good mood apparently, unlike yesterday.It was a perfect day for taking a stroll around a local park and enjoying a nice cup of coffee in peace while reading a book or newspaper, right? A lot of people used this kind of day to just relax and enjoy the nice weather. Well, almost everyone. For one inpidual it was completely opposite. This is where our story takes off.John, a 21-...
Running Around for Rent
“I’m sorry, ma’am. We don’t have any postage stamps,” the lady says in her bored voice, standing on the other side of the counter in her baby blue polo. A plexiglass shield separates us and I glare into my own reflection, brow furrowed and mouth open. The coffee stain on my tanktop has leaked into my opened blouse, staining it a muddy red, even though I tried to blot it away with an old math assignment in my car. I blink three times. I’ve been waiting in the line for nearly an hour. “Can’t you just print out a sticker and I give you fifty cents?” I ask as I drum my fingers on the counter. ...
Alfred the Alchemist
Bang. Poof. Whoosh. Smoke was everywhere. In the midst of all the dust and smoke Alfred was sitting on the floor. He was dirty from the explosion and his pointy hat was lying next to him. “I guess that didn’t work. Can’t even remember what I was doing” said Alfred to himself. Years of alchemy practice didn’t seem to work their wonders this time... Alfred was an alchemist by choice - choice of his parents of course. The name had “al” in it hence it was destined for Alfred to become an alchemist. He often daydreamed thiwww.onedoor.ccnking if only he had a different name his life would be better. Something lik...