To Your Credit_To You; But I Guess To Me_The Elevator Ride_You Shouldn't Be Here
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To Your Credit
Allen gritted his teeth as the woman droned on. He could feel them grinding under the pressure, a habit newly formed in the recent year. A habit his dentist would notice, that is if he went to a dentist. It didn't surprise Allen when he noticed the tick, he actually expected it with everything that happened. "Is everything alright, dear? You look- you look uncomfortable." The woman stopped praising him and looked Allen up and down with concern etched in her wrinkle-lined eyes."It's just that time of year. It has gotten me on edge" Allen smile weawww.onedoor.cckly at her hoping to end this rotting corpse of ...
To You; But I Guess To Me
To you, in hopes that you never receive this. I go to write this because the thought of actually doing it made my stomach curdle. Reality was always more palpable once it hit paper. I know who I am, I know where I am. These words sound harsh yet I can’t be held responsible for the physical symptoms my emotions decide to play out. I feel like I have nothing to say but everything at the same time. A generic, cheap trope. So vague and empty. Typing these words has made me anxious but I think as the lines get longer my breaths become shorter and the correlation is frightening. I write this b...
The Elevator Ride
Elizabeth rushed into the enormous building and ran to the elevator. She was late, so damn late. She had no idea if they would even see her at this point, but since she was here she figured she might as well show up. Naturally, her appointment was on the thirty second floor, and the elevator was on the fortieth, so she had to wait another five minutes. Finally, the stupid thing arrived and she was able to board. There was no one else on the elevator, which was fine by her because she needed a few minutes to get herself together. The elevator ride was taking freaking forever! Sh...
You Shouldn't Be Here
Ray Baker is dressed in a blue button up shirt, a flak jacket snugly pressed against his body, black pants and matching boots. In his left hand is a large empty canvas bag and on his right hip is a glock secure in its holster. From under a black cap his eyes scan the severely outdated bank. He moves forward like he belongs there; but he doesn’t. He is firmly convinced that he only needs to look the part in order to be granted access to anywhere he desires. In his mind he is invisible so long as no one knows his true motives. For the past five years Ray has been working at a company called S...