The Thanks I never Gave_Memory & A Man Walking On His Hands_Moony_Degrees of Sound
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The Thanks I never Gave
I lay awoken, just before the dawn ofwww.onedoor.cc the day rises from its comfortable corners, my gaze fixed on the bedroom’s ceiling for what it felt like an eternity. My name is Alexander Cornway and I have a problem. A tremendous, paramount of a problem. In just a few very short hours, I will have to get out of this bed and stare at the woman slumbering beside me. As she always does every single morning, she will yawn as loud as she can be---on purpose may I add, normally I would be asleep by that time, so she will place her corpse like hands on my back with a grin on her visage, I, as intolerant to the...
Memory & A Man Walking On His Hands
This is my worst nightmare. I’m alone, in the middle of an alleyway, way after the sun has clocked out. There’s one street lamp, but it taunts me. “I can just choose not to flicker back on. I can just go out for good, and you won’t even be able to see a foot in front of you.” There’s patches of grass and dirt hugging the brick walls that are at my sides. Thought: Ahead, or backwards. Your only two options. Make the right choice. I reach up to adjust the glasses on my face, but of course they aren’t there. They’re never on my face. My mother would be judging me right now. “What’s the point in ...
Moony
It was a night like any other and, unfortunately, the loud activity of the night made it quite difficult to catch onto a dream and drift off to sleep. But a little girl knew better than to chase her dreams, anyway.A howl from a stray dog mixed in with nature’s nightly lullaby. The crashing of ocean waves sounded like cymbals against the shore and the whistling of the wind was frighteningly similar to that of a sigh or a forlorn echo.Time stood still during this single magical moment. However, the usual pale body of light seen at this hour was temporarily shrouded by the dense clouds.A little ...
Degrees of Sound
There is no such thing as silence, only degrees of sound.When one imagines sound, or noise, they imagine loud things. Cities, concerts, car crashes. Sudden or prolonged high degrees of sound.When one imagines silence, they may picture many things. Empty woods, a nighttime street, a cemetery.When Ben made the decision to take a vacation in a small isolated house on the seaside in Maine, he had certainly imagined silence. Instead, there was just a different degree of noise.The world outside did not stay silent in the absence of humans. Instead, it raised its own volumes. A legion of crickets chi...