Raven_Where did you come from, where did you go?_Memoires of a trip to Miyama Shrine_Ela
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Raven
“Xin? ….. Xin?” Her voice was faint. A whisper. How far away was she?“Lore?” I tried to speak softly, but it came out in screaming anger.She laughed. It was that soft, loving laugh at first, and she was standing in front of me. Just her with that wonderful olive skin, her sweet scent surrounding me. I wanted to reach out, to touch her again, but the closer I got, the further away she was.Then came that cackling, mocking laugh. “You were just a mark.” It echoedwww.onedoor.cc through my mind.***I gasped myself awake, nearly gagging on the taste body odour, rotten food and faeces hanging thick in the air of t...
Where did you come from, where did you go?
The first Monday that Howl opened his email, he skimmed. His vision blurred as his index finger automatically scrolled. Howl rarely digested anything from his email.Until...Howl believed the woman must have mistaken him for someone else. The email professed ardent love, compassions, and wishes. Howl was embarrassed and refused to believe the words were intended for him.The sender left no clue to who they could be. Howl spent the next several afternoons making up stories about who the couple could be.The woman had sounded heartbroken, but strong. Howl had to admire her, but deep down he barely ...
Memoires of a trip to Miyama Shrine
This is the story of when I met a real God. It happened once, and I don’t know whether it will ever happen again, but it was enough to fill a lifetime.Just bear with me, it’s barely the memory of a dream, but all you will hear is nothing but truth.At the beginning of this story I was an undergraduate in nuclear engineering. You can’t really split substance from form, action from essence, so I’d say that my college major kind of matters, in the grand scheme of things. At least for this story.Douglas Adams once said “Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe tha...
Ela
Ela woke to a very cold autumn Morning. Not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed, however, thinking she shouldn't let the day go to waste she forced her self to get up and sluggishly walked into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Ela turned the cold water knob of the faucet and began filling the coffee pot full of water. Looking out the window she took a deep breath, then exhaled, "Must be the first frost of the season," she muttered while noticing a shimmer of white glistening over what used to be a lush green field of grass outside her kitchen window; the last leaf had fall...