Pink Everest_The Lost Wish_Keep Time_6 Feet Between Us
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Pink Everest
Adam woke up then looked around the room, not knowing where he was. He was breathless as he climbed out ofwww.onedoor.cc bed. He crossed the room quickly and the sun was setting. A few minutes later, a woman crossed the room and came to stand beside him. The dim house light emanating from the kitchen was the only thing allowing him to see her. She was darker skinned, with brown hair and he saw that she was wearing a slip. Adam asked her,” Who are you? “ The woman smiled,” I’m Brii, your fiancée’.” Adam didn’t even care to know anything else. She was so beautiful that even though he didn’t know her he w...
The Lost Wish
Rolling hills crept past as Seo buzzed over the dirt road vein. Light glared through his motorcycle helmet as his tires bounced over gouging gravel.The sun switched off as he passed over the acre-wide shadow of the Gray Temple. All that the shadow fell upon, besides him, was stone. With hardly a second lost, he evaded an elderly pair of hikers. They had their faces turned toward each other, their smiles frozen and lost in time.He turned the corner to meet the scarlet scrawl on the side of the pyramid — thin, bleeding letters:LOST“Lovely,” he muttered, tapping the button on the side of his helm...
Keep Time
Keep Time "Dlaczego wciąż robi to samo?" he said, lapsing into his native Polish in frustration.Anna Magdalena answered him in her most calm tone, "Frederic, you know she is practicing for the event with her co-workers. We have been through this before. You must be patient with those who honor us by choosing our pieces." Giving Anna a look of complete exasperation Frederic stalked off knowing, at least for this particular situation, he could only get temporary relief from hearing the ongoing practice. Over and over again the current musician in tr...
6 Feet Between Us
Lying dazed on the floor, I cringe into the crook of my arm as another teacup smashes into the wall above my head, sending jarred bits of porcelain flying in every direction. Peeking momentarily, I see her grab a butcher’s knife from the drying rack.“Ok, stop, STOP IT!”Her chest heaving, her face flushed, she pauses with the knife nested in her trembling hands. For several long moments, we do nothing but stare at each other, my bloodied hands raised protectively in front of my face, the silence broken only by the faint tick of an ancient clock. After what seems like an eternity, her breathing ...