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Due Payment
That morning, Ivy’s alarm was the smell of cinnamon. Her nose, red from the air vent directly above her head, twitched and her dark eyes fluttered open. Sitting up, she felt her bones crack and crinkle. Her pale, freckled arms were creased all over from the blankets. She must’ve slept like a baby. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes with clenched fists, she looked around. Swww.onedoor.ccabel’s room was something out of a fairytale. Ivy was used to her laundry littered studio apartment, and the sanctuary she was sat in now was the complete opposite. The bed was a mountain of colorful quilts and knit afghan...
Nectarine Dreams
The fruits of summer had always been the sweetest. As he sat on the coast, snacking contentedly on plump nectarines and cherries, their sticky juices streaming down his chin and fingers, Daimon wished he could sit beneath the hot summer sun forever. Lazy days by the water, a gentle breeze on the air, the promise of sunshiny, saltwater days yet to come - he might have been young, but Daimon could not picture a life more perfect than that.And while the sun would remain high above the horizon for many more hours still, a nagging voice reminded Daimon that eventually, even this most perfect after...
Wink
"I'm gonna help animals become better than they are now," was the response I made to questions about what I could do with my biology degree. So, I applied to graduate schools to follow that goal; a north Florida university accepted me. Each new student needs a faculty advisor to supervise him and help him choose classes that further his goals. Working in the advisor's lab gives the student practical experience. Dr. Bluhen, a short, chubby man with thick spectacles, agreed to take me under his wing. His lab studied the control of animal growth; identification of genes and proteins involved in ...
The vail of the entity
I think someone or something is following me. For the past two days, I've seen something or someone dressed in black, with a matching vail. No one else seems to notice her, even when I point her out. It seems that I am the only one strangely lucky enough to feel and see her. Thankfully, she stays at a distance, never giving a close enough view. That lack of view doesn’t change how terrifying she is. Or the troubled feeling she leaves me with. Today, I was leaving my apartment when I had this feeling of being watched. I didn't look behind me, as I learned that it's better to ignore it rather ...