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To The Edge: Point of No Return
When you board the train bound to The Edge, that means you are on your way to the ends of the Earth with very little to no chance of going back to where you came from. That means you signed up for a sort of exile or banishment or death. No one ever has come back from The Edge. And I don’t think I will be an exemption.***I sit on a small cabin of a train where there are about thirty passengers. I think the area is suitable only www.onedoor.ccfor about fifteen. People who boarded found their place on the floor. Some are standing, leaning on the locked door that I suppose are passageways to the next cabin. The...
Never-ending blue
The water was cold all around them and it was all they had ever known. The deep dark ocean, the never-ending blue. It was home.They were floating, as they always were. Drifting aimless as life went on around them. A brightly coloured fish darted in and out of their vision, a dark figure spiraled into the distance calling out some beautiful song the echoed though the emptiness. Somewhere below them was the ocean floor and they wondered if they had ever touched the ground. They honestly weren't sure. They had lived in the ocean their entire existence and they had lived in peaceful harmony always...
Daniel
Daniel was a student that gave teacher’s a hard time. I would be lying if I said Daniel didn’t give me a hard time every now and then in my biology class. He was the kind of kid who would stand up in the middle of a lesson, stretch, and yawn loudly just to get a laugh from the other students. Daniel made me laugh too, but as the adult in the room, it was my responsibility to remind him to stay on task and do his work.I’ll never forget the day Daniel had his head down on the desk, eyes closed. “Daniel are you sleeping?” I asked. “Nah, mister,” he responded. “I’m trying to astral project and wa...
Ah, the Paradox of Choice
‘Ah, silence! Finally!’ she thought as she flipped through the pages of a Charles Dickens’ novel she had randomly picked up from the fiction section. It was late! Probably around two in the morning, and yet she wasn’t sleepy at all. She read for a while, disinterestedly, before going back to pick up another book. Then another! And then another again! Putting her nose to the book, she sniffed the first page. ‘Fresh as an oak!’ she thought; the strong scent momentarily transporting her to a different world altogether. A déjà vu perhaps!A few tables down the row a florescent tube light flickered;...