The Last Spring_A PORTAL IN THE ATTIC_I, In Memoriam_Forever in our hearts
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The Last Spring
This is my 108th spring and I still haven’t done it. I know I made a promise to myself many many springs ago that this was going to be the one and that I would finally do it, but here we are. And I still haven’t done it. Not one bit. Not yet.Ever since I was a tiny young sprout, my dream was to grow big and beautiful, just like all those others around me. But one look at me and you’ll know immediately who’s the odd one out in the family. I’m hideous, broken and deformed. Definitely not like my peers or family. Compared to them, I’m an abomination. One might think Iwww.onedoor.cc’m not even the same species ...
A PORTAL IN THE ATTIC
Those days when there was still magic,it all started with a thick greenish air with blue specks. I dropped the box I was holding and admired this great sight. Soon I was tempted to touch it,feel it, withhold it. Then I decided to pass the through the green air,and I entered and was vaporized into time,1992,all in the attic.I stood tall,staring at another me,suckling a breast and cooing in the comfort of warm arms that was not my present mother's. My face tightened in confusion. That was the 'baby' me I was sure,I could contrast images from photos. But why was I in strange arms?who really put b...
I, In Memoriam
I have been bored for an eternity. The years have blended together so that I can barely remember how long it has been, or even how I died. I was young; I know that much, somewhere in the overlap between child and adulthood. My recollection of my death changes day by day. One day I see my ribs crushed beneath a cherry-red sports car; the next hear the maddening beep of monitors, the next feel cold steel jammed under my chin. I do not even remember if I was a boy, or a girl, or neither. I think I had short hair, and I have a hazy recollection of a small body concealed beneath a lumpy sweatshir...
Forever in our hearts
The sun rose, surrounded by a halo of crimson and gold, and its warm rays filtered through the heavy curtains. She was already awake though and fully dressed. Dark hair, floating down to her shoulders in loose curls. Long lashes framing glassy grey eyes. Glossy red lips. A crisp white shirt and a loose black skirt. Sheer black stockings and patent pumps. She checked the the silver watch adorning her slim wrist. It was 6 o'clock. She had to meet Ava at nine, but there was nothing to be gained from sitting idle as the minutes ticked by so, she got up quietly, grabbing her coat and keys, and hast...