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For the past few weeks, I've lived in the embrace of apathy—I would wake up, drink coffee, and the day would fly by, immersed in the particles of time. Night came, and the days intertwined into a quantum soup. The cycle was broken for a moment when Joe invited me to his birthday party. I hate Joe. He was my bully in high school who entered into a relationship with my cousin Ginny, and now we tolerate each other. ...
"Luna!" A muffled voice calls in the distance.She opens her eyes slightly as the sun warms her like a blanket. She runs her nose over her paw and licks the surface in sleepy motions."Luna!" Clair calls out again.Her ears prick up as she sneaks out of Miss Fine's bushes. Sometimes she puts a bowl of milk on the windowsill and Luna knows she has to let Miss Fine pet her to get more. It's not dinner time yet, but Clair has not seen Luna since the morning. Clair gets restless when she's gone too long.Luna strolls a...
Somehow, I always knew that Kai was incapable of love. And that sucked because I was in love with her. One night she told me that she often thought about death, and that broke my heart, but also surprised me, because how could someone so confident and charismatic not want to exist anymore? She was like a magnet, my Kai. Every time we were in a café, a bookstore, or her favorite place, the pu...
TW// strong language Fuck Madeline. And this time, I mean it. She fucked me once, fucked me twice, and now all she has left me with is her stupid heart-shaped box filled with all the lighters she stole from music producers, guitarists, groupies, junkies, models, and just people that we encountered in the avalanche of our existence. If I see a guy or a chi...
Content Warning: strong language Word was going around Hellville that a new priest was in town. The old one died just 7 days after his retirement, but it was just enough time for him to find a replacement. The church was not frequented too often, and for a good reason: the church was built in the deepness of the woods, where tree crowns covered the sky and crows were eating the carcasses ...
She always comes around 12am. The diner empties around this hour, with only truckers, depressed people and poets remaining. Come to think of it, the last two categories blend in together most of the time. The night shift is so peaceful; people are sitting, drinking coffee, eating pie, or reading. Stacy and Rachel hate it. Our boss was hyped when he found out I have no problem with it; he even pays me a little ext...
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