Capital Punishment_Role Model_Reservation for Three_Have No Fear, Love
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Capital Punishment
I was a fourteen-year-old girl when I attended my first carnival. We moved into a new city after my dad passed away. I came www.onedoor.ccto the carnival along with my pregnant mother and her brother. The place was crowded and bustling and we arrived at the carnival at its rush hour. We had to squeeze ourselves into the crowd to go from one place to another. I was soon lost in the crowd and by the time my mum realised this I was long gone. I tried to shout but with loud carnival music, my tiny throat stood no chance. My mum told me about the announcement booth in case I get lost in the carnival but with th...
Role Model
“Please. Don’t do it.” My sweat sheened hands are shaking as I grip the phone tight, begging him not to leave. I was met with soul crushing silence. My heart thuds louder. “I love you, John! Why are you doing this!” I plead into the receiver.The phone abruptly disconnects, and I am left listening to the echoing ring of the dial tone, tears silently streaming down from my swollen eyes. I sense that I am not alone and glance to my right. I see Robo, the Housekeeping Robot 2、4 that John insisted I have. It was staring back at me with those blank features and empty metallic eyes. “GET OUT OF HER...
Reservation for Three
It was my idea to go out. Things haven’t been quite the same since my husband got his new job. Always on his phone, the few moments I get with him are spaced out “uh-huhs,” and “I’m sorry," as he leaves the room to take a call. He is required to be on call at all times... or so he tells me. So, I requested a date, somewhere you have to make reservations; where there is a table and potential for conversation. After several pleas he agreed, and I made the reservations. On the way there, the only breaks of silence come in the form of dings and buzzes from his phone placed strategically on the ce...
Have No Fear, Love
When she opens her eyes, all she sees is gray. The gray of a summer storm right before it breaks. Then she remembers that summer is long gone and that she must get up, no matter how much she longs to bury her face in the pillow and forget about the world for just a moment more.Making breakfast in the dark, to save the generator. Like a moth to a flame, her gaze strays towards the kitchen window and the garden outside. A beautiful garden despite everything, she tells herself. You'd never know anyone is buried there.*Lea is still asleep when Natalie comes in with the tray. At least her eyes are ...