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Desperate Hours
Hello. If you’re reading this, things have gone seriously wrong in the world and those of us who were able to escape into an underground bunker are attempting to survive. Coordinates: 29、4909640976 X -98、4882335449201 Please know that I’ve tried desperately to remain as levelheaded and alert throughout the lead up to this disaster, but I have failed at times. From the moment that rumors swirled of an attempt to poison the world, I immediately began emergency proceedings according to the agreed-upon steps. Out of the original 26 members of the group, only 10 made it in, along with others who ga...
Forever and Always
The birds sang with almighty declaration, igniting a smile on Lola's face. They held the smile firm across their puffy, red cheeks, harrowing below the chill that the lonely autumnal air carried with it. They walked slowly to the closed curtain, hesitating to pull that revealing cord. The curtains were sealed from the outside world. The songs and chatters outside were beautiful... until they finally did pull at it... wiping the smirk from their face quicker than an eraser to a pencil's smudge. Lola's eyes quickly washed over with cloudy bleakness and their handswww.onedoor.cc shook with relentless angst. If...
Fear Itself
Nothing is worse than having your sleep stolen from you unexpectedly. But, in retrospect, the unexpected is becoming the new norm. Death is in the air; people are hiding themselves from anything that’s real anymore and here I am, sitting up in bed, stirring due to a case of late-night insomnia. At any rate, I decide to check the time on my phone, despite knowing it would only make the fight for sleep all the more challenging. The simple action of pressing down the rubbery power button provides some sense of ease in my late-night unrest.I immediately wince upon turning on my cellular idol but a...
Hippies
My fingerprints line up almost perfectly with the ones I made yesterday. My forehead rests against the glass, and my eyes go to the same spot they did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.It is a normal size for a crowd–I had counted it before. Exactly forty-seven of them, all dressed the same but also completely different: flared jeans, bright shirts. Or sometimes no shirts at all. One is strumming a guitar, and it is just loud enough that when a gust of wind comes, I can hear it thought my window–just a whisper of chords. Around him, people are sat in the grass, som...