Oh my...The flight attendant rattled past with her trolley full of cheap perfumes and over priced teddy bears. He shifted in his chair, the usual ache in his neck from not being able to lie down, and glanced out of the window. It was France or Spain or some European country.Oh my...
Stupid European country, they didn’t even give you coffee. He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the waitresses face. She looked at him, she tried to organise her face into a glare or some other form of annoyance, but failed, she made do with “Do you mind?”
“No.” He gave the man a shove, just to show he meant business. The m
I stillest don't know.She was an insomniac. She had tried for months to skirt around it, try to tell herself it was too much coffee, or that she was using her computer too much, but now, as she lay on the floor, she knew. She sat up, she moved the chair from under her legs, and she looked around. Her flat was completely dark. Of course it was.I stillest don't know.
She wondered why she’d woken, then realised someone was hammering on her door. The door fell in with a loud bang, and the man lying next to her sat bolt upright. Police charged in pulling her to her feet. She pulled something from the pocket of her jeans, she handed it to the man wrestling with her best fr
I stillier don't knowShe wondered about the relevance of the dream. Trying to find some purpose or reason for it in that obscure place other people called her brain. She rolled over on her soft, feather filled mattress. Maybe it was her sub conscious telling her to get more sleep.I stillier don't know
But then again did she really believe in “sub conscious”? Did she believe in anything? She’d had, as any good atheist, been raised by a Christian family. She rarely missed a Sunday school meeting and she had been the epitome of innocent. Then she began to think, and it was a downward spiral after that. Of course she had had a little help in thinking, but she
I still don't knowThe dark shadow that presented itself on the wall, like some obscene horror film, moved over to him, and for some reason he thought of Peter Pan-the Disney version of course-he thought of the beginning, when Wendy found Peter’s shadow. The shadow stopped at his foot, looked down at him and laughed, but there wasn’t a sound. It was gone just as quickly as it had arrived, and he was alone in his small, dark, broom closet.I still don't know
His doctor had warned him about this sort of thing when he signed on. He stood up-with great difficulty as he was in a rather strange position-and turned the door handle. It was locked. He swore loudly.
True story.
Insecure
this is why I have no friends.
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Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.
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Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.
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