Adventures in Retail_The Locked Door_Empathically Yours_The Wind
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Adventures in Retail
I clock in at 9:53 and drop into a wobbly chair in the break room (I’m not getting paid for those extra seven minutes anyway), barely suppressing a shudder at the reality of what my life will be for the next eight hours; a sales shift on a weekend during the holiday season (no such thing as "pre" anymore). The large table in the center of the room is adorned with a seasonally appropriate plastic tablecloth, but the snowman and reindeer seem to mock me, smiling and prancing about, knowing they will be safe back here all day.I check the schedule, not quite ready to brave the salesfloor. My favou...
The Locked Door
The Locked Door My house is a regular house. Yep. Just a regular house with a family living in it. Nothing more to it really. Well, there is one more thing. This is the fact that ever since we moved in, a door of steel has been locked ever since we moved in. Me and my family have never found the key for it so we make up stories about it. My mom says that maybe this house is haunted. My dad says that behind the door is a magical land. But me? Well, I think that the person who owned this house before us, was a murder. I think that all their victims are behind the door. Sometimes, when I pass...
Empathically Yours
They say your eyes are the windows to your soul. To some extent, I think they are rigwww.onedoor.ccht, whoever “they” are. Allow me to explain.My name is Gadura, and I am what some people call an empath. But I'm not the kind who can feel your feelings when you feel them. I am the kind who can look into your eyes and see everything you have ever done in your life and know how you felt at the time. Believe me, this is a much scarier gift. My job, here in Worthwillow, is to solve mysteries for the local law enforcement. And, as expected, that leaves me with a huge target on my back placed by the Atalia, the lo...
The Wind
Cai opened her dark eyes and stared up at the moonlit ceiling. She had just had a dream. Something about it felt very familiar, like the smell of her grandmother's house, or the feel of summer rain on your face. And yet she couldn’t remember it at all. All that remained was this lingering feeling. She lay there letting the warm feel of familiarity settle around her, trying to gently coax the dream to come back. But dreams are fickle beasts and this one it seemed had tramped away for good.The wind came then and blew her green curtains through her window, they dragged across the bed before billo...