Just a Peek_Happily Ever Avenged_Beating the Bugs_The Institution of Marriage
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Just a Peek
Every time I visit my grandmother, I always see the window in the attic, sheet draped over it from the inside. I never bothered me, and I never asked her about it. It wasn’t until I was in my early twenties, and she was no longer fit to live by herself that I went over with the intention of helping clear out the home to prepare it to be sold. I don’t know why, but I immediately volunteered to work on the attic. I would’ve said then that it was because I wanted to see all of the old relics that had to be stored up there, like in those movies. The space filled from floor to ceiling with old obje...
Happily Ever Avenged
I had been out longer than I wanted. Than I promised. The city clock tower mocked me with the fact. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven! Eight! It was dark and cold. I tried to rush home as if it would give me back those two hours. Give those two hours back to my little sister who’s spent thwww.onedoor.ccem alone. I walked faster with every shiver, risking making every slick spot into another delay, but it was worth it to see the candle flame twirling in the window of the small cabin that had become our home far from town and the people we once knew. All that warmth was ripped away when I saw the doo...
Beating the Bugs
BEATING THE BUGS. “Ha! Got you!” Stan Wozniack decreed with unmitigated glee. He had just eradicated the last Tyrannosaurus on the screen, in the final round of his favourite online game Defeat the Dinosaurs. “Wozniack one, dinosaurs nil. Sixty-thousand points to me.” His social media gaming companion Todd conceded defeat. “Congratulations, buddy. You’re the champion,” he typed.“Aww, thanks,” Stan replied. “Might be your turn next time.”He chuckled loudly, sounding like an old cartoon dog he had watched years ago. As he prepared to enter the score and claim victory, an error message appeare...
The Institution of Marriage
Trigger Warning: MurderTHE INSTITUTION OF MARRIAGE“The institution of marriage, my fat ass.” Leah slumped back in her chair, and looked across the table at her husband, Leo.“Leah, I sense some hostility,” said the other woman in the room.“No shit, Caroline. There is definitely hostility.”Leah shot Caroline — or Dr. Winter as she preferred to be called by her patients — a withering look.“Do you care to explain Leah?”“Sure,” she said, still defiant. “When we got married, we promised each other that we would always tell each other everything. Not necessarily the little trivial things that don’t...