Skid Row_The Actor_Karrie in the Sunshine, Smiling_The Trial of the Century
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Skid Row
It was early in the morning. The sun shined down on the city of Green Fields. Jody Dyson woke up for the morning in her cot at the Green Fields Homeless Shelter. "What day is it? Tuesday. Another typical day, where I'm still at rock bottom..." Jody thought to herself. At the Homeless Shelter, four other adults and a small child occupied the place. One tenant was Helena, a woman in her early twenties who had been kicked out of her house by her parents for getting pregnant out of wedlock and her three year old son, Simon. Another tenant was Bill, a software engineer that had lost his job, anothe...
The Actor
CW: suicideYeah, that’s what I am. An actor. A pretender. Some might consider it a gift, to be what others wish you to be. I don’t. It’s a curse. If you believe in such things. I don’t. Well, I guess I could, if you want me to. That’s what I am. I can fit in, fill my empty shell with your beliefs, your likes and hates. If you want to go to some party, get drunk, I want to as well. If you want to borrow a car and go for a joy ride, I’ll go. That’s what I am. Your sidekick. Your mirror.If you murder someone, I won’t tell. Not that you came to me at 11 PM, sobbing. Pounded on my red door with you...
Karrie in the Sunshine, Smiling
When the sun shone on Karrie’s hair, I believed she might turn to gold. Her eyes, the colour of the sky on the clearest summer day, sparkled like sunshine on the sea. And her voice. It played like wind chimes on the breeze. Whenever she laughed, I pinched myself to see if I was in heaven. We were inseparable. At that age, our perception of time hasn’t yet straightened itself out. A year can feel like an hour and a minute akin to a lifetime. Often both at once. Our affair only lasted six weeks, but it defined my life to date. I was six months older. At that age, it feels like a lot. After schoo...
The Trial of the Century
The Trial of the CenturyI. The knock on the door was jarring. The few visitors always rang the bell, so the sharp staccato of bare knuckles against the hard wood split the morning. “Coming”, he calwww.onedoor.ccled out as he scrambled to button his shirt and take a quick glance around the room for anything inappropriate lying about. The knocking cracked out again. “Jesus, I said I was coming!”. He was just opening the door as the policeman's hand was pulling back for another whack. “Dr. Brennan?” “Uh, yeah?” “So you are Dr. Brennan? May we come in?” “Sure. Yes. Sorry. What's this about? Is anything wrong?”...