The realtor said it was âa stealâ. Newlywed couple, twenty-nine and thirty, freshly out of their cramped city apartment, wide-eyed with love and future and starter-savings. A sunny cul-de-sac. Green grass like AstroTurf. American flags on even-numbered houses. White fences on the odds. Mailboxes with identical brass numbers. âYouâll love […]
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Teaching had always been my dream job. Ever since I was little, I wanted a career teaching kids the same way my teachers taught me. Though, to be honest, I think itâs just because the ones I had were so great. Never had a bad one during my time in
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I could really use a vacation. I havenât so much as breached the border of the state I live in, in nearly six years. My life had become routine. Every day I wake up at 6:30 AM, shower, brush my teeth, get dressed for work, then I get in my
I. The snow had stopped about an hour ago, but god damn, it was still a treacherous road. Mark turned up the radio, half to keep himself awake, and half to try to hear the music through the interfering static. The mountains werenât good for the signal, and even though
âConsidering how much crap people give this movie, it honestly isnât that bad,â Mark said while taking another sip of his beer. His wife, Claire, took another fistful of popcorn from her bowl. âJust you wait. This is one of my favorite parts coming up.â In the next scene, a
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I was driving through rural New Jersey when I saw him. A hitchhiker, standing by the side of the road. Surprisingly well-dressed â black suit, slicked-back hair, narrow briefcase. Now, I know I shouldnât pick up hitchhikers. But Iâm 6â 4â, 230 pounds, with all kinds of hunting equipment in
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Right now, Iâm sitting up in my bed. Itâs late at night and the only light is the screen of my laptop. Iâm sure itâs illuminating my face quite nicely. I just hope my poker face is convincing enough to whatever is watching me. I think as long as I
Everyone has their fears, whether they are rational or irrational. Mine has always been dolls. Not all dolls, mainly just the ones that are a bit too human. I think itâs mainly the eyes that get to me. So Iâm sure you can imagine I was ecstatic to find out
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