Espen's Enigma_Family of Strangers_Donna Summer isn't my real name_WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AR
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Espen's Enigma
It could happen to anyone right? Reality become distorted. Or no maybe just to me. I feel like I fell down the rabbit hole. Do you have a few minutes? Can I tell you what happened to me the other day?My name is Espen by the way. What's yours?So the other day I woke up feeling disoriented. I blinked several times and shook my head to clear the fog. I looked at my damp and tangled bed sheets and realized that I had dreamed. How many times was it now, five, no six times now the same dream. It www.onedoor.ccwas weird.I rubbed my eyes; still blurry with sleep and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I grabbed...
Family of Strangers
I woke up staring at the trees gently blowing outside of my window, the sun was shining through the top window and made a direct line right to my bed. I could hear the birds chirping outside the window. It seems like it is a family of them outside. They are pretty loud this morning, I wonder if they are somehow thanking God for another day of not having to worry about what they eat or where they will sleep. But, that is just my thoughts early in the morning, because God is the only one that knows bird talk.The sound of the phone startled me as I was in deep thought this morning. Oh hello, I sa...
Donna Summer isn't my real name
(Warning: Mild adult content)Donna Summer isn’t my real name, the email began. I can’t tell you my real name, I can’t afford to do that, it went on.So, there’s me, all huddled up under my cosy, winter-tog duvet, still basking in the glow of my new job.All the girls get called the name of the singer of the song they’re dancing to, she wrote, (me assuming she was a she).True, it hadn’t been easy getting there and I still had a whopping loan to pay off for tuition fees, but right now, sat in front of my PC, Monday morning, a week of writing stretched ahead of me, imagining Donna and the girl who ...
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
Linda and her two sons, Mark, 8 and John, 12, just moved from a small town about two hours north. Her sons did not want to move, but she felt people here were getting suspicious so she felt it was time to move on. She wanted to find another church, so she picked the one closest to their new apartment, since she didn’t own a car; she wanted to be within walking distance.They were quite happy with the welcome they experienced on their first visit. Mark and John did not complain about the service but Linda knew they probably wouldn’t like to sit in on another service again. An usher from the chu...