Knil99

      Gaslight      Emilie walked back to her apartment, staring aimlessly at the crooked buildings, old familiar alley ways, and the dirty paper that covered the walls of her building. She considered going to a PARK meeting, but it was late, she was tired, and wasn’t completely sure where the meeting would be held tonight. As soon as she walked through the door her doll, Tess woke up and began doing its daily tasks. It took her coat and put her boots away, then went to the kitchen and began preparing her dinner. She was never really comfortable with the Doll around though. It was a bronze skeleton, filled with gears and brass pipes,

“Dude, I’m starving.” “Need more acid?” “That’s not food.” “Oh…. How ‘bout some rum?” “No! I want real food, like French fries or Oreos.” “But I don’t have any of that stuff here.” “Well go get some.” “You go get it. You’re then one that’s hungry.” “No! You go buy the food. This is your house and you’re responsible for keeping it full of food for your guests.” “Fine, you whiney little ass wipe, I’ll go buy food.” And so I put my shoes on, don’t bother to t

      I woke up to the dreadful, blinding sunlight coming in through my bedroom window. It was eight a.m. I’d slept in later than I usually do. I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were ripped in the right knee. I could smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen and went to find out what it was. And there she was, standing in front of the oven. Although we’d been dating for several months it felt strange calling her my girlfriend.      “Good Morning, I greeted her and kissed her gently. “What’s cooking?”      “I made some bacon and eggs, and I just put some cinna-buns in the oven.&r

The boy stood on the roof of his house with his sister next to him. He had a pen tucked behind his left ear and repeatedly lit a lighter while she twirled a paintbrush in her hand. “Do you remember when dad came back from the war?” she asked. “Yeah, why?” “Well, for about a year now, you’ve been different. You wear the same look he did, the look of one who has seen far too many battles. I’ve been wondering why one so young wears such a look.” “Well look at how we were raised; our house, this neighborhood. What’s the longest you’ve gone without hearing gunshots at night? Two