More Problems_In the Shade of a Sycamore_Black and White_BUT FORTHE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS
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More Problems
The warm summer breeze caresses Adam’s head. He stands beside his bedroom window, bathing in his serenity. The streets before him remain empty, and tranquil. The clock sits at 2AM, and moonlight beams cheerfully. Something, however, isn’t right. It’s deathly silent. Eerily silent. All of a sudden, a darkness begins to form, above Adam’s serenity. His relaxation vanishes. His tranquillity erodes and sense of control becomes pulverised. He looks beyond the street. In the far distance, Adam notices a vast crowd of people, organised perfectly in line, walking along his street in complete unison. T...
In the Shade of a Sycamore
Westbrook is a small community in the hilly regions around the McKenzie River that came to be because of lumber and the unquenchable need for wood needed for a growing nation. The sound of chainsaws and aroma of sawdust characterized this corner of Oregon. The lumberjack camp is no longer there, but the history of this small town was written in logs and pulp used for paper products of all kinds. When restrictions were placed on forests depleted by constant harvesting in the 1960’s, companies depending on the lumber turned a lot of places into ghost towns. Legacies became legends, old lumb...
Black and White
Mister White took in a deep breath of cool spring air. The lights and sounds of the festival added to his brightening mood. Spring was finally here.Mister Black huffed, “I hate when you do that” he said. His voice was more of a growl then anything resembling his innocent old man visage.Mister White looked to him. Mister Blacks eyes were scanning the crowd. Mister White knew what he was doing. He was Looking for eyes that will connect www.onedoor.ccwith him. So, he can see into the future of one of them. See their fate. “What did I do” Mister White said. His tone fitting his innocent look. “That taking a dee...
BUT FORTHE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS
"Oh my God! I can't believe I'm not hurt! That deer ran out right in front of my car. It could have killed me!" Amanda said, her voice shaking. She looked around in a daze. "I never thought I'd thank a fence for being my door stop. I could have driven right into that huge tree, but running into the fence was lucky. I'm not hurt much, I don't think." She stopped and did a quick assessment of herself. As she did so, she felt a little trickle on her forehead. Still shaking, she ran her fingers gently up around her hairline and her hand came away with blood on it. "Ouch," she said out loud. "That ...