Soundless Voices_Pixie Fit_5-hydroxytryptamine_Land of Dancing Lights
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Soundless Voices
I never wanted these powers. I never wanted to be different from everyone else. If I could, I would do anything. I’d give anything up. Everything if I could. Just so I wouldn’t have this curse. This burden to bear. These powers have done nothing but caused me pain. They have taken away everyone I’ve ever loved. My family, my friends, even my very existence. I’m nothing but a monster and it’s all because...of my own selfishness. It’s all my fault. If I could go back, back to that moment when everything started to go wrong, then none of this would have happened. This wouldn’t be happening to me...
Pixie Fit
I stared at my computer, and its blank screen. This year I was enrolled at Penn State for a humanities major, or to study people and how they work mentally. With a one-hundred point-end of the semester essay ahead of me, I wasn’t ready. I was flunking five of my classes, and this essay might make it six. Everybody told me I wasn’t ready for college; my parents, my teachers, my coaches, and even my best friend, Bailey, who left for North Carolina University to play soccer. Even I knew I wasn’t ready for college, I just wanted to start my life and prove them wrong. My old roommate, Michael, drop...
5-hydroxytryptamine
It was a calm sunny day in the park in my district when I noticed my gift. There was a single pigeon waltzing around and a few ducks around the lake, as they meandered around looking for food and bits they could scrounge up. As always an elderly man would come by with a bag of old dry bread, the bread I assumed was bread he'd bought specifically for the purpose of feeding the ducks and the pigeons and, occasionally, swans. I didn't have the patience or nerve to tell him that he should not feed them bread. Corn, frozen peas, oats or seeds would be better, but I didn't want any issues. I was onl...
Land of Dancing Lights
You walk out to your car. You neighbors -specifically nosy Mrs. Gilber- stare as usual while you hop in and start it, since it was lime-green and electric. You drive to the post office, singing a slightly off-key to the radio. You get out of your car. You walk into the post office, still humming to the song just playing on the radio.You smile at everyone, especially the grumps. You wave at acquaintances. You stand in line, tapping your foot. You’re trying to be patient, but it’s taking sooo long. You move forward an inch, inwardly groaning. Eventually, after years and years (but in www.onedoor.ccreality ab...