~ Kato ~~ Pastel colours were shot across the small town roofs in the distance. The town was nestled in a bowl shaped causing the orange and yellow tint to the air to cause a haze over the valley. On the horizon light blue mountains slept, and behind those, the sun preparing to trade the sky off with the moon.~ Kato ~4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Why do I always end up here?” I questioned myself. Off to my left the community high school sat, the only building a top the only hill in ‘highschool hill’ park.The building was over twenty years old, and despite it being my place of education i spent as much time as I could there. Trying to avoid going home. Home was a medium sized rental, on the wrong side of town. too close to the high school, too close to the towns gangs and drug chains. But I’ve always lived on the this side of the tracks.
I was sitting on a bench, the only bench in this park. The park stretched for a few hundred yards before me. All but the sloped hill at the top was covered in a swam
the doll's factoryOur story begins in the apartment that Luke shares with his girlfriend. Luke was always a bully in high school, but he began to become kinder thanks to his girlfriend Melanie.the doll's factory6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Melanie loved dolls since she was little kid, she collected all sort of dolls. But her favorite ones are the Barbie dolls, she had more than a thousand different model of Barbie.
After she finished school, she found a job quickly that allowed her to rent a little apartment, but Luke never tried to get a job of his own and lives day after day on Melanie’s back.
One day while Melanie was working, Luke get bored of watching TV and walked around the apartment, all his girlfriend’s doll were always on display on all the wall of the apartment.
- “God, I had enough of all these dolls… I feel like I live in doll land…”
Suddenly an idea pops into his mind. “Why not use some of these dolls to have fun?” an evil grin appears on Luke’s face…
He grabs one of the doll
I'm an AddictIt's not that I don't care. I do; it's just more complicated than that.I'm an Addict4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Addiction" is one way to say it--I made it come off that way. But it hasn't always been like that.
I used to like it, enjoy it even. I never saw harm in what I was doing, or saw it as "sinful". Until I read it somewhere and realized what I was doing.
It was more secretive after that. I didn't flaunt it before, but now I made it a point to hide what I was doing. I already was hiding it, but that was more out of I knew I wasn't suppose to be doing it.
I got off it for a while. Came clean to my mom and my church official--sobered up, per say. Seven months later, I started again.
Slowly at first, saying "I'll only go this far, I won't do anything worse." I did worse. My mind became lenient with time and I took little steps back in to my sink hole until I was waist deep.
Someone came around--they did it too. But it wasn't an addiction to them like it was for me. They urged me to try new things. I didn't mind; I didn't