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A Shard of the Sky
"Auf Wiedersehen.""Au revoir."The eyes were still open: blue and clear, like the sky should have been. But now they were a photographed sky, bleached with age, like a memento I would carry in my pocket. A picture creased in careful folds, stored then removed then stored again. A pale shard of memory against a muddy frame. He was covered with so much mud.www.onedoor.cc It was on his hair and clothes and every inch of exposed skin, turning everything to a uniform brown. A more uniform look than the actual uniforms we were given.For some reason I found that funny. "Look at us," I whispered. "We're wearing the ...
Always Improving
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”“I’m not assuming that I’ll win, but that’s a very different thing from ‘planning my defeat’. Geez, Aya, why do you have to be so melodramatic about everything?” Tyler tried to laugh it off, but Aya wasn’t buying it.“Because you do this all the time. You’re a really good artist, why can’t you see that?”“Can we not get into this discussion again? Fine, I’ll enter the stupid competition. Maybe I’ll win, but the odds are against me. I’m not going to go pinning my dreams on something like this, something I have no control over.”Aya opened h...
Tango
I looked out of the window, and I just kept looking, in awe. Autumn was finally here, and oh what a time it was. Autumn has always been my favourite, and it is that time of the year when everyday just makes me want to get up and dance around all day in the beautiful pale orangish glow of the sun. I instantly put on my jeans and favourite white T-shirt, ran down the stairs, kissed mom and went running through the door. As I stepped in the street, I felt that light cool breeze pass me, kissing my arms and cheeks on the way, and I almost jumped. Everything was so perfect, autumn is just so perfec...
Feed the Cat
“Did you feed the cat?” “Yes, Dad. Doing it right now.” Felix crouches on the floor nearby, his back humped up and his trunk-like legs tucked under his rounded mass. He looks more like a hairy toad than a cat. His ice blue eyes stare at me impatiently, like he doesn’t get why I can’t do this one thing fast enough for him. Shaking my head, I scrape out the can of tuna. It’s just cheap canned tuna, but it was hard to find. The country is falling apart. World War III was bound to do that. What’s left of the media calls it a “limited” war, like that’s a good thing. The use of nuclear weapons has ...