The Retrieval_Jeff's Meth_Buried in the Past_THE UNFORGETTABLE KISS
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The Retrieval
He lunged into the wavy curves of the cold water. He felt the warm embrace caress his skin. It seemed like the water swallowed him as he plunged deeper. This was the same river that embraced him before twenty long years into her loving bosom. He felt that she heaved and sighed as she unwound each forgotten memory he had left behind before he left for a distant land. He felt like the same ten- year -old, frolicking naughty boy who ran around the winding curves of the village. He remembered the sturdy shoulders of his grandfather that lifted him up with ease and placed him there high above allo...
Jeff's Meth
JEFF’S METHI crawl within the assless assless chaps. Inside: nothing. His name was Jeff. He had short, scruffy grey hair with a crop circle on the back of his skull. The air that surrounded him whispered to me who he was: he had somehow managed to maintain his inner child into the middle of his life. No wife. No kids. A virtual reality headset that he liked to watch porn on. A keyboard he used to browse his massive T.V. A mind that did not adhere to time. Wandering from one room to the next, searching, searching, for a phone or cock ring.His house sat across from flying Trump and Blue Lives Ma...
Buried in the Past
Amanda strides over to my desk, her heavy frame teetering on a pair of kitten heels.“Mike! Morning hun, how’s you?” Her lipsticked mouth is too gaudy for a Monday morning. I shudder internally. “The new Creative Director is starting today. I’m thinking it makes sense for you to meet ASAP ‘coz you’ll work alongside him in projects together, yeah?” She leans up against my desk, her backside squashing my notebook. The notebook which holds my ideas that make the money, and in-turn pay her wages.I sigh, feeling horribly under-respected for at leastwww.onedoor.cc the fourth time today. “No problem Amanda. We can...
THE UNFORGETTABLE KISS
An african proverb had it that, what an elder sits down to see,even if a child climbs the tallest mountain In the whole world he or she cannot see it. The grey hairs of our elders are not for decoraion or for fancy. The importance of the informations, expiriences and words of wisdom stalked in those hairs cannot be over-emphasized. We should not always mourn for their death or the loophole created by their demise but for what they have died with which is capable of transforming the whole world if unvailed. Any man that grows without passing under the umbrella of grey hairs is equal to a house ...