Two Peas in a Pod_A Time to Sew_My Name's Nikki_Another Day
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Two Peas in a Pod
The sweltering heat of mid-May’s temperatures has reached the low 90’s. I can feel tiny beads of sweat on my forehead, and as I started changing the thermostat, I stop when I saw Ms. Blackledge’s sinister stare. I left it to go and went back to my workstation or a sweatshop, as I call it. Still, it is quiet, back here, away from interacting with the public, and I prefer it this way, surrounded by pictures hanging on the clotheslines, stretching from one side of the room to the other. Here I am at home, just me and the images to contend with, no one to disturb me with pointless questions, only ...
A Time to Sew
I had planned, we had planned in case of trouble, that we would meet here. It is a root cellar on the old farm. It is built into a bank, and but for the door, invisible. It is its protective facilities that we considered, when deciding on a meeting place. The first military vehicles arrived about a week ago. They come and go, so we didn’t pay an abnormal amount of attention to their presence. But after a week, and the continued addition of troops, we began to worry that something out of the ordinary was about to happen. The government here has been, I would say with confidence,www.onedoor.cc unstable. The c...
My Name's Nikki
“What I saw made me realise that things need to change. Not for me, I’m out now, I managed to escape the system, but for everyone whose still there, who will be there.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my long blonde hair. When I got out of there, I almost danced towards you, but then I looked back and saw Jill watching me and waving and I knew, she wasn’t getting out anytime soon. Ellie sipped her coffee. Americano with two sugars – just as she liked it. “You should say something, what happened to you must happen all the time, it does happen all the time, write to someone, people need t...
Another Day
The bus seemed busier than usual and Meaghan was forced to stand in the aisle. Plugged in, listening to a new audiobook she started last night, she swayed with the movement of the bus, sometimes taking little steps to keep her balance when the bus rounded corners. She was on autopilot, barely perceiving the world around her with all of her focus on the narrator's voice. When her stop came, she stepped off and walked two blocks to her office building, she was so lost in her book that if she would’ve had to identify a single person she came across that morning she wouldn’t be able to. Once in ...