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“Kids these days don’t know how good they got it,” Kurt muttered under his breath as he pulled into a parking stall of the local mall. “I hear ya, Kurt, god damn zoomers and their bullshit,” Bruce said in agreement, opening the passenger door. “Such bullshit. We have to come to the mall while they’re all in school to avoid their punk asses.” Kurt and Bruce were your stereotypical old white boomers. Hating anything and everything that they didn’t understand. Both were in their late sixties and were enjoying their retirement or at least trying to. In their attempts to stay healthy in their

“Thank fucking god it’s winter break. My damn biology professor decided to have a stupid quiz right before we all peaced out for the week,” Matt practically shouted. “But now, I get to spend the week with you on our trip to Colorado.” “Oh em gee. I’m so excited to spend the week in the mountains with you!” Sarah replied with the same energy. Matt and Sarah were both twenty-two years old attending the University of Backstrom, currently in their third year. Both had just finished up their last class of the semester and were ready to spend their winter/Christmas break in Colorado, hitting the slope

“If I just walk through Harington Hall, I can avoid that fucking asshole…” a timid voice whispered as they hurried through the empty halls. “Oi! Freddy! Is that you? The fuck you doing in this dump? Trying to get away from me, I reckon?” a confident, boasting voice commented from behind. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Just ignore him and keep walking,” Frederick “Freddy” Grahm was your average, just turned twenty-one year old college student, slightly tall, very average build, and one giant nerd. The brown haired boy had been walking to his next class when his “favorite” person in the wor

The doorbell chime rang through the house, followed by a large vehicle’s engine starting back up and quickly fading into the distance. Henry Parker, an average thirty-year-old man, opened the door to his home office and trudged through the house to the front door. “Who’s bothering me while I’m trying to work?” Henry grumbled as he peered through the glass window of his front door and didn’t see a soul in sight. “Hmm. Oh, right, Theo said she had a package from Target arriving today. Must be it.” He opened the door only to be greeted by a box with the store’s logo plastered all over it. Hen

The sound of bells rang as the door opened into the warm, cozy antique shop. A tall figure dressed in a black hoodie and matching sweats stepped through, closing the door behind them to not let any more of the November chill in. “Well hello, Riley! Welcome back! Do come in before you catch your death out in this blasted cold,” a welcoming voice encouraged from the other side of the store. “Thanks, Ruth. Get anything new in?” Riley asked, pulling his hood down and running a hand through his thick brown hair. “I do believe so, it is Thursday after all. Go ahead and go into the back. You get first dibs on anything t

“Hey Jo, it’s me. I just wanted to let you know I was planning on stopping by to pick up the last of my things and the signed di—“ Jo sighed and stopped the voicemail before it could finish. She pressed the power button on the side of the phone, watching the screen quickly go blank before slamming it down onto the bed. With a groan, the covers were quickly thrown off as she swung her body up and off the bed. She tiptoed around the piles of dirty clothes strewn around the room as she made her way to the bathroom. After flipping on the light, Jo gave herself a quick look over in the mirror. “You’re a hot mes