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The Monsters He Couldn't Outrun
The doors acted as a barricade against the monsters. Six inches of solid, silver steel that glinted in the bunker's harsh lighting. Seven feet tall, ten feet across. They took up almost an entire wall in the small, square space. Impossible to look away from. To ignore. An ever-constant, ever-pressing reminder of Damen's surroundings. Of his trapped state, alongside the other thirteen who cowered in the dusty crevices of the bunker. Priamos had known of the monsters and had built the small, steel space deep underground. He'd been the one to stock iwww.onedoor.cct full of the canned goods. The fake air, in th...
A road accident
It was the last week of December that I and 2 of my friends decided to travel to another city. We were so excited about that. I got up early that morning, packed my clothes, and was ready to go. My mum was quite anxious about me and convinced me and my friends a lot to drive safely. We all assured her not to worry about it and we three left the city at 10:00am. It was a seven-hour drive from our city. It was a quite busy day and there was a lot of traffic on the roads so we expected that we would arrive even late to our destination. We had prepared a good playlist of songs to enjoy our drive. ...
Twenty Thousand Leagues In The Dark
[Title is inspired by the title of Jules Verne's, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea. Also please forgive my lack of proper understanding of submarines and all things underwater.]“Captain, we have reached our proper depth.” Janie turned to look over her shoulder and met the eyes of Captain Lora. Captain Lora, the captain of the submarine dubbed the name Beluga, due to its whale-like resemblance, nodded. “Very good. Let me just get us settled and then we can begin making records.” Janie nodded and began gathering the gear they would need. In a moment, they would be stopped an...
A FORESEEN DEATH
A FORESEEN DEATH A STORY BY MANYA MUNJALThe last water drop had come twirling down in the throat of Jane. It seemed no possible outcome to arise, which could lead to positivity. All the doors were closed, dreams shattered and of course lungs were puffed up. Down came an ant, sliding on the slope, and rising for its life. It seemed determined, both to survive and to kill. Thomas sat unappealingly on the peak of a rock, seeming both glee and mourn. ‘Where are we now? The sip of water is gone, we don’t have food and yes of course, we are lost. Sir, that’s not probable, but it is certain…. I don’...