Indivisible_The Outside_The Universal Balance of Justice_To Look Out, And See Magic
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Indivisible
“Thank you, Vanessa,” said Clyde Brackenbaum from the anchor chair, hollow brown eyes filled with two white dots coming from the studio lights behind the camera. He did that turn all anchors do; that gentle spin when you duck your head to the side just a touch and bring up the left arm, letting the right palm slide across the polished wooden table with grace. There was nothing gracious about this man at a first glance, but what he lacked in beauty, he made up for in charisma.“Now, this just in, we’re receiving a breaking news report from Santa Fe, New Mexico,” said Clyde, cheesy white te...
The Outside
I press my face against the window. I can see delicate flakes of white falling from the sky. I watch, enraptured by this strange new experience. I wonder what the white flakes are. A book appears next to me like it always does when I have a question. I open the book and start reading. It’s called snow Riley. It’s like rain but itwww.onedoor.cc only comes when it’s cold enough. You know what rain is right? I pull the pen out from my pocket and write a response. Yes I know rain. You told me about it last week. Can I go and play in the snow? It looks fun. You must stay here Riley. You know the rules. You are n...
The Universal Balance of Justice
The surface of the clear water was still, but for only a moment. Suddenly, the surface exploded, sending water flying as a woman emerged from the shallow depths of the Caribbean Ocean. Jacky tossed off her snorkel, and gasped for breath. letting the fresh, cool air fill her lungs and swirl around in her body, as if bringing life back into it. After a few moments Jacky flopped back into the water, sinking barely a foot before she hit the bottom. She relaxed against the soft sand, and observed a small tropical fish swim around for just a moment, before she sprang back up for air once more. And y...
To Look Out, And See Magic
Bobby recoiled as something shattered against the wall's other side; Dad must’ve finally thrown the vase like he’d been threatening. Mom screeched, and hurled guttural insults at him; scuffling followed, but before Bobby could decipher what they were doing, Rose tugged his sleeve. “Come on, get away from there,” she whispered, gently pulling him away. “You don’t need to listen to that.”“But I wanna hear,” he whined, though made sure to whisper, too. He half-heartedly wished to tell his sister there was no need--his parents wouldn’t even notice if a war started outside while they fought--but kn...