Beautiful, twisted soul_THE MOON SCAPE_Lunar Yeomen_They asked me casually, "hey tell me about
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Beautiful, twww.onedoor.ccwisted soul
I used to imagine what I’d say to you. I’ve had more conversations in my head with you than in real life. It was in high school, that day in Mr Roy’s drama class, when I knew I loved you. You were always good at drama, never afraid to be yourself. At least that’s how it seemed. That day I sat like a shadow, hanging in the corner of the classroom. No-one ever spoke directly to me. They called me names, whispered behind my back. You must have heard them, we’ve never spoken about it, but maybe that’s why I never cared about being alone as much as you did. I learned early on that I didn’t need peo...
THE MOON SCAPE
I had just entered a guest's double room, stripping off bedsheets as I silently hoped that a tiny kind hearted angel had intervened the previous night and dropped a two-hundred-dollar note (or even more) from the pockets of the occupants of this room. If by any chance such luck would meet me - I would go back to my room, pack my small bag and storm into the human resource manager’s office demanding to terminate my unpaid internship. Back from fantasy world, my name is Rina; currently doing my attachment in the housekeeping department of some five-star hotel in town. On this bright morning, I ...
Lunar Yeomen
There was no second knock. The front door cracked with a strong kick and slammed open. Heavy footfalls stormed the floorboards, rushing into the house. Leo listened to the soldiers coming, hidden in the closet. “Leonid Akulov,” a voice bellowed. “You have been selected for MERCY. Come willingly or we will use force!” Mankind’s Emergency Rescue Company of Yeomen. The words came automatically to him as he clenched to his knees, trying to prevent his heart from jumping out. Footsteps ran up the stairs. They entered the adjacent room, Leo’s bedroom. He heard them turning over his bed, searching...
They asked me casually, "hey tell me about the woman you think of as a hero"
Silence prevailed like an overbearing cacophony. The wall clock kept nudging consistently, only I would occasionally look at it to register its I-know-it-all look for the umpteenth time. Intermittent beeps from the cardiograph challenged my patience, the saline supply jeered at my determination to not let go. A pungent odour was concentrating so hard on choking me, that I almost believed, that’s the only task it was born to execute. Stuck in a loop, half sure of how pleasurable the exit would be, I hung on.This was not even about me anymore. The memories were already memories before I could so...