Extra Innings_Single Survivor_The Demons of Sleep_Disappearing With The Devil
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Extra Innings
EXTRA INNINGSIf my life was a baseball game, the story I’m about to tell you would begin somewhere in the third inning. It was the summer of 1977 to be more precise, and near the end of a challenging decade for my home team—the St. Louis Cardinals. The dismal times were hard on most fans of the team, but not me, because that mediocre stretch of baseball was how I met my friend Willy.William www.onedoor.ccJames Jonas was an elderly gentleman back in 1977, and would’ve been easy to pick out of a crowd thanks to the bright white shock of hair exploding out from underneath his ever-present, red baseball cap. Th...
Single Survivor
"Can anyone hear me?!" he shouted on top of his lungs for hundreds of time today, to gain any attention. Anything, bad ones, good ones, he just hope someone respond to him. But he can only hear his own ragged breathing accompanied by echoes of his voice. "Damn it!" He bit his lips frustratingly. He checked his bag contained with supplies he had gather for some time. Mostly were canned foods, water bottles, and snacks. He also found a particular object which brought great sorrow in him. It was picture of his sister. "I shouldn't have left her." his legs started to wobble as realization downed o...
The Demons of Sleep
I lay in my bed, snuggled amongst my duvet and head squashed against my pillow. Sweat drips from my forehead as I pant for a steadied breath. A suspenseful feeling overtakes my restless body, a consuming emotion of undeniable fear. My arms are tense against the sheets, and my long hair is sprawled out along my bed. Suddenly, I am awoken by a thunderous rumble which shakes my apartment building. The dangling lights in my bedroom sway left to right and the window blinds quiver with the rest of my unstilled belongings.I hustle out of bed, hurrying over to my window to see a landscape of orange an...
Disappearing With The Devil
“Let’s take a walk, shall we? And you can tell me why you wanted to disappear.” He offers his arm, like a gallant knight, and inexplicably, Kate takes it, because she doesn’t know what else to do.The devil doesn’t look like she expected him to. There are no horns, no teeth glistening with drops of blood, no maniacal laughter. True, he is shrouded in black, cloaks and hair and even his very skin seems shadowed. He—Kate is not even sure it is a he—looks more like a middle-aged emo-wanna-be than the devil.“Tell me,” he urges, and Kate remembers. She thought, when she was swallowing one pill after...