No more happy ending_The Nuke_Change of plans_For What Ails You
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No more happy ending
Once upon a time… …there was only war. She leapt up in triumph, blood dripped from her sword as she swung it down on the beast’s neck, hacking in a frenzy. She laughed. The taste of blood and sweet revenge urged her on in her manic slaying of the creature that had… No, no that wasn’t right. Once there was a girl who… …who had a monster in her, clawing at the surface every waking moment she… No! Not that either. There was once a little girl who… Who what? Tearing the page away and crumpling it into a ball, he threw it over his shoulder to join its growing mass of brethren on the floor. It was d...
The Nuke
“What a wonderful day,” I thought as I drove to work. Dressed in scrubs, ready to take care of my patients. The sky was a beautiful blue, the sun peaking behind white fluffy clouds. Little did I think today would be different than any other day. I thought it would be normal. I would walk into the hospital and help those I could, whether it be giving IVs or just talking with my patients. I didn’t expect what would happen minutes later.I knew the US and Russia were in turmoil, especially since we tried getting them out of the UN… or at least the government did. I also knew that Iran wasn’t happ...
Change of plans
Walking back to his dressing room, Alston’s hands were still wet from the cheap paper towel the bathroom supplied. He wiped them lightly against his suit not wanting to dampen the material and leave a mark. This was a very important day, he did not want to mess anything up even if it was just a water stain. As Alston approached the creamy white door he reached out for the knob and felt his hand go icy as his fingertips grazed the metal. At that moment he realized just how much sweat had accumulated on his palm and quite likely his forehead too. He tried to wipe it away as he opened the door to...
For What Ails You
“If we go in there, odds are it’s not gonna end well. You know that, right?” It’s a voice in the back of my mind, a whisper that only I can hear. You’d think after all this time,www.onedoor.cc I’d be used to it, but it still sends a chill down my spine. “Yeah, I know that. But that’s what you’re here for.” I keep walking as I talk, heading down the night-shrouded street, the old cobblestone wet and glistening. Lights from the surrounding buildings reflect in the shallow puddles on the sidewalk, garish neon glimmers amidst the ripples of falling raindrops. Most of the shops are clos...