Leave-Taking_Second Chance, Third Strike_"Peace"_Christmas at Grandpa's
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Leave-Taking
Gaia knew it was the best thing for her, knew this was the only way she was ever going to leave. She knew it was for the best, but she couldn't help the fear that curled in her belly. She didn't want to do this all the time. She didn't think it could possibly end well. But where would she be if she didn't try something. She knew this could be her chance. Her chance to leave the island, see the world her father had hidden from her.Her father had done it out of love. She knew it. It didn't make it any easier, though, knowing he had kept her trapped here for seventeen years. She had tried to run ...
Second Chance, Third Strike
Prisons have a unique smell—a curious cross between perspiration and despair. Debbie noticed it each time she came to visit Seth. It’s a little like blindness, she contemplated as the guard led her to the visitation room. Debbie had heard how people who had lost their sight would marvel at how their other senses became heightened. It must be like that with freedom, too, she reasoned. Her eyes darted around, noticing every crack and stain on the drab walls as she passed through the locked doors and dingy corridors. Even though Debbie was only a visitor, being behind a fence, led through locked ...
"Peace"
“Listen,” He whispered to me, “just listen.” “I am listening and I hear too much!” I answer desperately, hopelessly. “I am tossed on a violent sea of words, an ocean of phrases and utterances. On the horizon I see a billowing hurricane of political buzz words, cultural accusations, and inhumane testimonies tossing the sea, making huge waves across the dark depths. Each rotation of the massive word storm feeding on itself as it fights to stay in power, to stay relevant, to grow larger, and to wield more terror.” “Listen?” I ask? “All I do is listen.” “I hear the rolling thunder of protests beca...
Christmas at Grandpa's
Macie Bergman’s long black hair stuck to her face as the sweat dripped from her forehead. It was a hot summer afternoon despite the rain, and Covid regulations still disallowed the use of air-conditioning. Some shops chose to disregard this rule entirely, but not this one. Furthermore, thewww.onedoor.cc store was packed with people like her, doing last minute shopping on this stormy Saturday afternoon, all contributing to the sweltering heat they found themselves in. These circumstances did not make the most patient of people. Herself included. She’d grown used to the isolation over the past two years...