The World I Left Behind_Andy_May We All_Cosmo and Cleon
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The World I Left Behind
I had been told that the entirety of my existence was bound to the forest of the North and East and to the sea of the South and West. Never have I passed these two boundaries that seemed to thwart any sparkle of wanderlust that I once felt as a young man. That is until I decided my demise, although unfavorable, was a much better fate than to stay within the claustrophobic borders of my world. The great and tragic irony of the matter was that this was not my world, in fact it was just a village, a village that I will no longer identify with in a possessive manner, for I have long ago separated...
Andy
Rat-a-tap-tap. “Psst!”I look up from my homework towards the source of the noise: my window.“Psst!” The stranger at the window began to knock loudly.Squinting my eyes, I could barely make out a silhouette of a head in the dark night outside. Why did I keep my windows open even if I knew I wasn’t going to sleep soon?“Shhh! I’m coming but stop making such a ruckus! I’m not supposed to be awake!” Slowly and cautiously, I made my way from my desk over to the window on the other side of my room. As I was walking over to the window, I caught a glimpse of the time: 12:18 AM. Dang, I thought. What co...
May We All
In a coffee shop near you or maybe in the town you grew up in, a young, pleasant-looking secretary on her lunch break takes small sips of a vanilla latte and www.onedoor.ccstares out the window at the storefronts across the street. Probably named Molly, she sits in deep contemplation as she tries to decide whether or not to marry her boyfriend, perhaps named Jack. They have been together for three years. Jack is exactly what she is looking for: kind, handsome, hard-working, and reassuringly predictable. He doesn’t say much, but Molly has never doubted that he genuinely loves her and is the perfect man to al...
Cosmo and Cleon
(TW: MENTION OF SUICIDE)Only after I died did I notice the way the light shone in through the windows up ahead, down to the station floor and the way people's faces basked in it just for a moment as they passed through, as if through a veil where time melts away and dust sparkles like gold in the flames. The sunlight pools and collects at our feet, and the people walk right through it, never looking down to see the whole of Victoria station glittering and alive. The sunlight passes right through me, with no skin to catch the warmth, no body to bathe in the golden veil that covers so gently. In...