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“Mummy!” my son screamed from outside at the top of his voice. I didn’t blame him, he was late for school and I was sitting in front of the mirror, trying to use makeup to hide my swollen eyes. I had spent most of my night crying. I couldn’t help it, today was his birthday and all I could do was think of him, my dearest husband. It’s been three years since the pandemic took him away, three years of misery for me. I remember like it was yesterday when I got a call from a health official; he called to tell me that my husband showed the symptoms of the virus and is now in quarantine, and I could ...
Forbidden room.
Kira sat with an old broken pencil in her teeth, as if it were supposed to help her finish her work. It was lwww.onedoor.ccate, was getting dark outside and it was starting to snow. It was January, the evening before Christmas, and this is just the first snow of this winter. This Monday was the worst of all, not only because Kira had to write an article about boring crap, but also because of the blizzard that was gaining outside.The office was empty, all that could be heard was the wind tearing everything in its path outside the window and covering it with snow. At eight o'clock in the evening, all normal p...
Living Things
Your heartbeat matched the pace of your feet. Faster. The trees around you were just a blur of greens and browns. You jumped over rocks and fallen trunks, your usual trail long lost. You wouldn’t give up, though. You were decided you wouldn’t go down without a fight. Or, at least, a last attempt at fleeing.The burning in your lungs worsened with the smell of their stench—they were getting closer. You were running out of time.That was when you stumbled upon a clearing, the sudden light blinding your desperate eyes. The outline of a tall building covered the sun. You didn’t have time to assess ...
Clarence and His Books
CLARENCE AND HIS BOOKSClarence turned the lights off in the main room and slowly walked down the hallway, tired from the day’s work. It was exactly 9:00 PM, and his cleaning for today was finished. Well past retirement age, he worked only three hours a day, three days a week, keeping the books dusted and performing general maintenance duties - a far cry from his former high school physics teaching career. He was loved by his students, their parents, and the faculty. As the only black teacher in the entire school system, he had overcome obstacles not presented to other teachers. He was proud o...