Her_This Way She Comes_Lapsang Souchong_The Whisperers
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Her
I love the burn. One flick and the flame bursts forth between my fingers. It is so easy- just a roll of the thumb and I hold what mankind had taken eons to discover and harness. In the glow of the street light, I watch as the flame licks the air, a hungry tongue searching for something, tasting the night’s shadows. I release and the light vanishes. Another flick - the sound of my thumb against the metal - and it returns, still hungry, always hungry. I know it needs to feed soon. I know I cannot keep it waiting. The night is warm and sweet. The June air is still hot from the afternoon sun, but...
This Way She Comes
She watched from the window as the leaves fell from their trees. She watched as they turned a burnt orange before hitting the ground. She watched the children pass her house, their attire changing with the weather. She listened to their energized voices as they walked to school. She waited for her time of year. The time of year where she could go outside without recognition. The one time of year where she felt true happiness. She watched all yeawww.onedoor.ccr round as others lived in the open space, counting the days when she would get her turn. It’d been fifteen years she was stuck. Fifteen years she was...
Lapsang Souchong
Lapsang SouchongLondon, 1797Emily’s long skirts flurried behind her as she stepped off the omnibus and weaved her way down Oxford Street. She was making a beeline to the Apothecary’s next to the huge imposing departmental store, Debenhams. The impressive new pavements were so much easier and pleasant to tread, now that those awful long awnings and signs had been forcefully taken down - no longer protruding into oneself. You could actually hear the carriages’ pleasant clip clopping of hooves at times when they crossed over the stone and pebbled pavings. People were no longer overwhelmed by the...
The Whisperers
Crash! There was a loud noise on the other side of the office. Peter quickly spun around in his office chair to see what made the loud noise. He was working late on a hot, stormy Friday night. He had just gotten off the phone with his wife to tell her that he would be getting home late once again. It was not unusual for Peter to be working late. This was only his second week at the NSI, where he was working late almost every night because of recent, alarming activity involving the company. The National Security of Intelligence is a defense to protect government-use-only technology that would b...