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3 ThingsPeppermints are my guilty pleasure. Wrappers can be found everywhere, from my bed to the couch to the laundry basket. From the laundry basket to the dryer to the car to the car’s exhaust pipe. I have a Kickstarter campaign to fuel my addiction, under the title, “My father is dying of heliothorpylpsychosis, and the only cure is in Australia.” I’m a few thousand dollars in. Joke’s on them, though: my father’s already dead.
On a completely unrelated note, I’m also a pathological liar.
One day, I was driving to get some money from the bank. That Kickstarter is awesome. Suddenly, almost as if it popped out of the ground, I saw something that would change my life. Something that would grab me and take me on an adventure. That something was a sign.
My obsession took over and I jerked the steering wheel. I clambered out of the vehicle, my mouth watering as it got ready for the cool sweet salvation that only peppermi
Exit (Chap 2)A chair. One, simple, nonspecial chair is all that this room has to boast. At least, that's all that's lit. Anything could be hiding in the shadows.
Something brushes my leg.
As I panic, I rush to the chair and cling to it like a child to a teddy bear. Then, I loosen up. I mean, it could've been my imagination, or-
That voice sounds...different. Like something isn't quite right with it.
"I understand your emotions. I understand you. We are one and the same."
What the hell? "Who...who are you?!"
"You will find out soon enough," the voice says. Good, it can hear me.
"Where am I? I didn't sign up for this! You said...you said..." my voice goes silent.
"We know what we said. It is all part of the procedure," it says in an almost mocking manner. "It is time to continue."
"N-no! I want answers! I need answers!" I yell, as rage starts flowing through my veins. Then, I break down. "My mother is dying! She's all I have left! I..I..." I start sobbing. I sit on the floor, hugging m
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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