Not all black and white._The Hottest Party in Town_THE TROUBLES WITH LETTING GO_The Keeper of the Fl
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Not all black and white.
NOT ALL BLACK AND WHITE.Charles woke suddenly. Where was he? Why was it so hot? Charles tried to get up, but his legs hurt and seemed to be bogged down in something. Sand, he was in the middle of the desert! He was fighting a war. The sun bore down on him relentlessly as he rose to his unsteady feet. “Help, is there anybody there? Where are my troops?” Charles slowly trudged onward through the sea of sandwww.onedoor.cc which seemed to be endless. He was so hot, so thirsty. “Please, I need a drink! Is there anybody there?” “It’s okay Mr Charles, I’m taking you in out of the sun, and we’ll get you a drink!” ...
The Hottest Party in Town
“We need more light in here,” Red said. Her hands flapped around the inside of Verdun’s oldest hall. “Couldn’t you have found a place with windows? It looks so drab—and the front doors keep sticking.” “This was the club’s cheapest venue for a party,” Jo-Jo said as she arranged the centerpieces on tables filling up half the hall. “Jeff should be back soon—with reinforcements and lights. Karl bought extra booze, in case we run out. The food’s ready. The deejay’s playing some tunes. The early arrivers are due soon, though, so less complaining and more organizing.” “What about the doors?” “I’ll ...
THE TROUBLES WITH LETTING GO
Debbie waded through seventy years of keepsakes, a black trash bag in hand. An aerial view of the living room would look like a giant chessboard. Debbie is the pawn that lost its way. Puzzles, games, toaster ovens, and hoards of who knows what was in those stacks—three, four, and five feet high. Debbie ran a hand through her short silver hair. “Okay, what can I throw out?" She picked up a very used puzzle, looked it over, and put it in the bag. One step and her stomach felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. Standing still, she evaluated her feelings. Realization hit. She retrieved the anci...
The Keeper of the Flame
Lightning cracks the dark in a second’s flash. In a moment of bone-white brilliance, stone angels pulse to life before darkness claims them once more. I start counting slowly under my breath: one and two and, three and…hurriedly passing crosses and tombstones bearing names and dates carved deep into my memory.The thunder rumbles in the distance, but not as far away as I would like. I quicken my step along the graveyard’s overgrown path, reaching the tower as lightning illuminates the old oak door. Thunder for a second time, like the storm is knocking, seeking entrance. I shudder at the thought...