Troi McAdory
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A celestial hippie with Peter Pan syndrome. I write about the things I cannot always say out loud.
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Waking Up to Nothing Part 6
They dragged us with our hands tied by a natural rope that rubbed our skin raw. Faint silhouettes of people were visible through the covering as we walked behind our kidnappers. My dry mouth clung to the suffocating material, and the sun blaring against our dehydrated skin did not ease the burning pain.
By Troi McAdory 2 years ago in Fiction
Waking Up to Nothing Part 5
Boarded buildings and entryways, high wooden planks, and large sheets of corrugated metal gave the illusion of a walkway as people lined up with their goods. Many risked their lives hoping to bargain for something better, anything that would buy them an extra day. Some traded weapons for food and supplies or essentially anything that once required money.
By Troi McAdory 2 years ago in Fiction
Unnatural Affinity (9)
I stood in front of my closet door, staring at the clothes I had on hand. I wanted nothing to do with this banquet, all the thrill left me the moment Kale cornered me in the elevator. To his credit, he stayed away from me, and any messages he wanted to be relayed he delivered through email to Donald. Donald could tell there was something amiss by Kale’s roundabout communication, but he didn’t press for it. Though he did advise if Kale and I were in an altercation to let Kale win. We weren’t necessarily arguing with one another but there was a tension of a different kind luring.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Filthy
Unnatural Affinity (8)
After conducting my first search on Kale, we hadn’t spoken to each other in three days. We hadn’t physically seen each other within that time frame either, and I was grateful. I needed a break from him before I felt like he consumed my entire being down to my cellular structure. The first day he didn’t show himself around I thought for sure he’d be lurking about. I was on edge constantly thinking of him, looking for him. I expected him to be in the elevator or waiting for me down in the lobby. Every hour, I waited for Connor to call me to say the boss man wanted to speak with me.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Filthy
Unnatural Affinity (7)
We made it back to the office with fifteen minutes to spare. Donald and I cackled like idiots as we worked together and the day began to go by in an instant. We had fun going over Kale’s schedule and creating spreadsheets for events and meetings. Donald prepared me for the upcoming summer conference happening in a few weeks. He said every summer, marketing companies from all over California gather to network and feel out the competition.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Filthy
Unnatural Affinity (6)
Donald kept me busy through the morning after the meeting. We went over some of the critical aspects of the meeting and things Kale wanted to focus on. I got the majority of the social media outlets completed for the newly named Erickson Enterprises while working on my separate tasks for Cambridge. We bulldozed through our assignments now that we had some sense of direction after the meeting. Donald was definitely in a better mood, which made being in his proximity much better.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Filthy
Unnatural Affinity (5)
I could have died twice and still wouldn’t have been satisfied when I saw Kale walking into the room to sit at the head of the table. My heart jolted like a shot to the chest, my ribcage bruising from the brutal pounding, and I instantly started flame-flicking under the table.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Filthy
Unnatural Affinity (4)
The alarm on my phone went off at six-thirty. I showered in fifteen minutes and made it to my closet with forty-five minutes to spare. I decided I would go for a simple gray pantsuit. If I were being honest with myself, I liked the way my butt looked in the pants. They were form fitting without looking too casual and were work appropriate. I figured on my first day I could highlight a part of myself I’m pretty confident in without overdoing it.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Filthy
Unnatural Affinity (3)
Three months later in July. I woke with a start to the sound of movement in my apartment and the smell of good food cooking in my kitchen. It was too early to start cooking, and I knew it had to be no one other than my busybody mother checking up on me. I heard voices murmuring within the walls of the apartment and I knew right away it wasn’t just my mother who invited herself in but my entire family.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Filthy
Waking Up to Nothing Part 4
My days started to run together consisting of rising early to train and returning to the safe house. I would crash almost immediately only to wake up and do it all over again. It felt like boot camp. I was getting in the best shape of my life out of survival, not for selfish gain. My muscles buckled in certain ways when I walked and my feet felt like I had burned a hole through them. All the while, my stomach was a constant, hungry pit that craved red apples.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Fiction
