Are You My Friend?_Friendship Begins with a Bucket of Water_Let Me Go Home_Poisonous Love
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Are You My Friend?
The ringing set off in my ears. My owner’s alarm was a massive hassle of sounding off. From the point of view of my limited screen, I discover that they haven’t touched me yet. That’s good. Maybe they will take time to go outside, or use me as an app to keep track of how much weight they lost… Oh, never mind! Here they are turning on that godawful show Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Go ahead, Catherine. Your mother would give you that condescending tone that you despise, “Oh Cathy bear, why would you do this to yourself?” I should know. My friends down in the Telephone Arena tell me everythi...
Friendship Begins with a Bucket of Water
“There!”I step back to look at my creation. “It's perfect, isn’t it?” “Yep,” my best friend, Oliver, pronounces. Right now, we’re standing on the front porch of my archnemesis, attempting to create what could soon be the biggest prank of all time. “Finally, we’ll be able to make her pay!” And then, I hear it. The creak of the door, the sound of the doorknob turning, my unheard cries, they’re all heard at once, and all happen in one swift movement. I hear it tip, here the water slosh and splash, and then—All ten gallons of water come down on her, soaking her from head to toe. “Alex!” A very dis...
Let Me Go Home
Content warning: themes of abuse and death.Thanks for reading!--------Plant a tree, save a life.Plant a forest, save humankind.Stella looked up from where she was sitting inside Chicago’s busy L-train and read the ad for the Trees for Tomorrow Foundation on an overhead panel. Funny, that ad, on a train in a city of 8 million people where skyscrapers and giant, metal beans seemed to soak up more square footage than trees. Stella wondered where these trees were supposed to be planted in a place like Chicago. As much as she would love to look outside her bedroom window and not see her next door n...
Poisonous Love
Trigger Warning: Suicidal ideation,www.onedoor.cc abuse, self-harmI wiped my clammy hands on my black skinny jeans, my blue eyes nervously scanning the scenery around me. I could barely appreciate the beauty of the warm summer’s day in the park I was waiting in, staring across the sea of perfectly manicured grass that was peppered with blooming trees and flowers. Despite the heat of the day, the park was oddly stagnant, without only a few stray wandering souls making their way through, yet none were the familiar face I was waiting for. This was a bad idea, I thought to myself, biting my lower lip as the ner...