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The Automanagerie Prologue
The cadence of excited colloquies infused with a music box chiming issues from a polite line. The tune is Smetana’s Vltava, though I can’t say how I came to know it. Women in prim laced-up dresses, soft pinks and lavenders, giggle softly. Men, dashing in black tailcoats, tip their top hats, exchanging How do you do. A sign, dazzled with illuminated round bulbs, reads, THE AUTOMANAGERIE--Clockwork brought to life! Tickets Here!I stand in this line, heart palpitating, as I try to peer past the broad brims and billowing cloth roses. Daring to stand on the tips of my toes, I lean forward and make...
The Shadow of Earth
Note: The characters and events depicted here are wholly fictional, and any relations to real people or events are purely coincidental. The presentation of the towns herein is simply for geographical reference and are in no way, shape or form indications of the reality of those townships or residents.I, Heinz Reinkranz, write this letter on the 16th of March www.onedoor.ccin this year of 1902 to explain myself to those that doubt me. In recent weeks I have been called many things, of varying degrees of veracity, and I wish to put to bed as many of these cruel rumours and stories as I can with my own words...
The World Beneath
The world was so boring, what was there to gain by doing the same routine over and over again? Same school, same work, the same absence of his parents. Every day, he wishes for something out of the ordinary. Something to alleviate his boredom.Something to make sure the world wasn't losing the color around him."Let’s go to the beach!" one of his friends exclaims. He doesn't care, he goes to the beach every year. Knowing the boring world around him, they'll probably say Kulakula Beach or-"Let's go to Heartthrob Beach!"What? That was new. When was a new beach open?"Oh totally! I heard that if you...
Pizza
‘Here you go with your large flat white with skimmed milk and croissant’ Mr Iqbal’ said the server at the ‘Glorious Day’ café on George Street, Sydney, Australia.Perfect late Saturday afternoon is what Iqbal loved in his adapted (adopted) country. Sit back, relax, and reflect. Taste a cup of caffeine at his regular cafe. Sit back and see the world go by.He could watch the light rail go by transporting people from one place to another.He could see the many shoppers with shopping bags which provided the holder with some form of comfort coming from the purchase they had made.He could see couples ...