Abraham Kim @abrahamKim

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The past four weeks she had gone out every weekend. Some weeks she had even gone out on a Wednesday. It was wearing her down. She'd wake up tired the next morning. Not necessarily late at first. She'd be surprised at how early in fact. Only to feel the slump...
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Westcity
couldn't stop it from happening.
as reply to Instead of Him. Me.
"I'm Max actually. Sorry I don't think we've been introduced." he put down his bag and offered his hand. She didn't take it. She treated him like he was the grim reaper himself.
"Johnny told me about you. A little bit I mean. not everything."
She continued staring at him. Looked like...
"Johnny told me about you. A little bit I mean. not everything."
She continued staring at him. Looked like...
Westcity
new strength?
as reply to Alive Again
McKayla finally felt the strength to get out of the apartment. The terror that had struck her before when she looked through the peep hole felt silly now.
She would finally venture out there. Into the hall. There was something in the air. When she had been sleeping in Johnny's...
She would finally venture out there. Into the hall. There was something in the air. When she had been sleeping in Johnny's...
Westcity
a plan forms
as reply to As he Could
After ordering a few croissants, two scones, and a loaf of sourdough he sat down with a coffee and overlooked the window onto the street. There were decent amount of people walking by. Not like in New York or anything, but more than back home.
He ate one of the croissants...
He ate one of the croissants...
Westcity
without brushing his teeth
as reply to Ever Drank
Max had switched over to Coke too late into the evening for it to work. He ended up having to stay at Johnny's. When they left the bar it wasofficially night. Johnny placed his hand on Max's shoulder and offered him the couch in his apartment.
"It's close to here!" Johnny...
"It's close to here!" Johnny...
Westcity
first lagers at the bar
as reply to Worst Case
"What are you going to have?" Johnny peered chin down at the drinks menu. It was mostly beer, but there were some liquors.
"Probably a nice lager. I'm sick of all these ales. Especially the IPAs."
Johnny looked away from the menu, directly at Max. "You know I was thinking the same...
"Probably a nice lager. I'm sick of all these ales. Especially the IPAs."
Johnny looked away from the menu, directly at Max. "You know I was thinking the same...
Westcity
he had to shake it off
as reply to Wash his Hands
The snow turned yellow as his urine soaked in. It wasn't a big pile of snow. Just small corner that had been missed by the shoveler. He thought of how
snow
could never remain beautiful forever. That even if the temperatures stayed low, eventually the shit, piss, and trash would...
Westcity
felt scary
as reply to Grand River
The voice belonged to a middle aged sounding man. A calm man who never waivered to his emotions. They had somehow made the voice sound calm but not like a yoga instructor. but also not like a robot.
"Grand River, walkside. Time to cross."
This sentence he heard over and over again...
"Grand River, walkside. Time to cross."
This sentence he heard over and over again...
Westcity
one of 'them'
as reply to Was New
When the cup was empty he thought of returning to the counter and ordering another drink. Definitely not another coffee. He was amped to the gils. Max thought one of those caffeine free teas would be nice. Calm on his nerves and refershing for his palette as well.
He had nursed...
He had nursed...
Westcity
this time he wouldn't spill
as reply to Believe it
It was memories like those that framed his life. Without them it was like time was passing by without meaning. there had been years he had lost and couldn't remember due to such frameless epochs.
A few years after high school once the old friends had drifted off and Max wasn't...
A few years after high school once the old friends had drifted off and Max wasn't...
Westcity
made him smile as he walked over to the bookstore
as reply to He Thought
Max liked strange. Had spent all his life trying not to be strange. Trying to fit in with the normal crowd. He had done that decently in high school. Carried it out even after graduation. Then over the years the desire to fit in had faded as people drifted out...