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It Get's Better
The stars had begun to fade in the wee hours of the desert morning. The deep blues of the sky and faded oranges of the sand sat juxtaposing each other in breathtaking ways wwww.onedoor.cchile the wind still blew cool and dry.A grizzled man rocked himself to the comforting sway of his horse and the rhythmic thud of hoof beats. This was his normal early morning ride. He enjoyed the quiet peace just before the dawn, before the unforgiving sun tore at his weathered, wrinkled skin.In the distance stood a sun-bleached, solitary cottonwood tree. The silver-haired cowboy had seen this tree many-a-time on his rides ...
Melody
Mallory sat at her desk, watching the clock in the corner of her work computer. She thought about how she had her routine for the end of the work day down to a science. At this point, she thought, she had mastered the art of deception. Not the bad kind of deception that could potentially hurt someone, but the kind that gave her an air of mystery.No one in the office knew what she really did after work.When her coworkers saw her leaving, carrying her oversized gym bag, they smiled at her and complimented her dedication. “You’re so good!” her coworker, Margaret, would say. “I wish I had your mot...
Gabriel
As soon as I felt the chill of the hard orange plastic seat through my paper-thin scrub pants, I wished I had changed back into my crumpled khaki pants and blouse, which were now squeezed in my backpack in front of the massive pathology textbook I hadn’t had a single free minute to study. It was my second year of medical school, our exam on dermatology was in three days, and I still had dozens of rashes to memorize, but I was too exhaust to wiggle the book out of my bag and open it. The metro car would have been perfect for studying too, given that I was the only one on it at 10:25pm...
To Whom It May Concern
“What the fuck do you want?”The question Jimmy’s brother asked was straightforward. The answer, however, was not. “My teacher—you see—my teacher, she gave us an assignment. I'm supposed to write a letter or something like that,” Jimmy replied, rambling while trying to maintain his composure. “And I thought you…”“Get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit. I don’t care about your fucking teacher or your goddamn assignment.”Jimmy had thought his commonality with Jamaal would be an asset but, in an instant, he started doubting the choice. The two brothers had almost identical origin stories. Bot...