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Summer '13
TW: domestic violence I've always loved the sunset. Growing up, it was always the best part of my day. I distinctly remember sitting outside every summer evening as a kid and looking forward to it. I would wait, sometimes for houwww.onedoor.ccrs on end, for the sky to wear its beautiful colors and bless me with its beauty. Those colors, they always fascinated me. The blue, the purple, the pink and the orange, which clashed hard at first, then slowly came together, blending into the most harmonious creation.Thinking about it now, maybe my favorite part wasn’t so much the sunset itself but rather the moment t...
Enchanted Mirror
Kensington found the mirror in an antique shop. She was looking for anything that caught her eye, and did it ever. She couldn’t be sure of what she was seeing, the mirror was too dirty for that, but she was certain it was something. Something wonderful. She bought the mirror — $182 — and took it home. She wiped the mirror, polished the brass until it was shining, and made the mirror look like new. Finally, she hung it. She had been careful not to look in it yet. She didn’t want to be disappointed. But now the time had come. She took a deep breath in and stepped before the mirror. Incred...
Rude Awakening
Imagine, if you will, nothing. If you are like most people, you are picturing a vast expanse of endless black. If you consider yourself to be an inpidualistic person, you may be imagining a white void instead. Either way, you’re wrong. “Nothing” has no color, size, nor recognizable form. By “nothing,” I do not mean a lack of visual stimulus; I mean a lack of sense itself. There is nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to smell, nothing to touch, and certainly nothing to taste. Furthermore, you are unaware of this lack of senses; in fact, you are not aware of anything at all. With no senses,...
Bound
Part one This wasn't what the movies made it out to be. Things are supposed to work out, and end happily ever after. You're not supposed to be living in your car, struggling just to barely get by. At least I have my car, and I'm not completely homeless. L.A is full of homeless people.Jaya put the thoughts out of her head, as she looked at the paper in front of her. This script was five pages, more than she had ever had to cold read. Her anxiety was getting the best of her, as she felt a rush to her head, making it hard for her to breathe. "O...