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Black Summer
“Thus, the summer ends here” Beverly woke up by the sun gleaming through the windows of her own bedroom. She groaned slightly and stood up from her bed until she remembered something. She dreamed of that bitter summer event again. She shook her head, trying to forget that summer that happened many seasons ago. She went downstairs to see her mother who prepared a delightful breakfast for her daughters. She saw all of her three sisters were sitting on the dining chairs already, their heads immediately turned into Beverly who just barely woke up from her slumber. “Bev, do you know what time is it...
Tracy's Child
"Please! Please I am begging you..." "Begging is not freeing your Mom, Harry. You have my word. Your Mom is safe in your house, right before me, she is sitting on the kitchen chair, she cant say hello though." Chuckles from the other side sent chills down his spine. How did he get stuck in this mess in the first place! "Come on, Mr. Toler. This is the last phase of our little 'competition' here. Just one more round, one more phase, and then you get your little prize, your good old precious 'Mommy' that is." And then there was a storm of more chuckles before Harry hung up the phone, his knees g...
Floating—Free at Last
(T/W: Child Abuse, Spousal Abuse, Murder)My father’s fists were always charged with a dangerous blend of alcohol and emotion. His favorite alcohol—Jack Daniel’s. His favorite emotion—jealousy. My father wanted everything that he didn’t have, and when the whiskey mixed with his envious blood, he took his rage out on the things he did have, me and my mom.My mother had endured his tortures for longer than me, but she finally gave up the battle and just before my fourteenth birthday she disappeared. She didn’t leave me a note or even sneak into my room one last time to kiss me goodnight and go...
Begonia
A long observer of lovers’ quarrels, the oakwood grandfather clock overlooked the table where the man and the woman were opposite not only in their positions at the ends of the wooden table but in their countenance. The man’s eyes, pulled into a cutting look, were set on the woman’s downturned ones; the man’s nostrils flared as herswww.onedoor.cc concave with each sniffle; and the man’s mouth was curled into a grimace while hers fell into a frown. Not looking up from her fingers which she twiddled in her lap, the woman broke the silence, “I ain’t speaking my mind to cause no problems, I’m just speaking from...