Every superhero ever; I one._The Shiver_Like a Bird_We Can Do This
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Every superhero ever; I one.
I can hear it. I can hear everything. I can’t control it. Would you help me please? I just want to be free. Please, help!I couldn’t talk. I heard my mind say everything while I watched cynical of what comes next for me. I lay on the concrete at the edge of the sidewalk and no one could hear me. They couldn’t see me either. I felt trapped like a severe sleep paralysis has overtaken my whole body. I did not understand any of it. Sunset soon came and I could stand up and walk again. My body appeared in the glass window of the store opposite where I lay. The light of the city was still dim and peo...
The Shiver
Amelia lay in her cot, her piercing blue eyes sharply focused on her mother’s wet face, leaning over the cot like a giraffe. Her mother’s tears, sliding down her cheeks and heading down her nose to the tip. Drip! Amelia, her tightly zipped sleeping bag and her velvet plush dog, Barney, were getting wet.“Amelia, you’re so beautiful”, crooned her mother. “I love you and your brother so much, it hurts deep in the pit of my stomach thinking of you ever coming to any harm. Now that I’ve brought you into this world, I see things in such a different way, so much bad stuff. If anything happened to you...
Like a Bird
Jonathan Moore. That was me, a 19 year old guy who lived with three cats. I was currently flying. Yes, flying, and not in an airplane or helicopter or whatever you might be thinking. I wawww.onedoor.ccs floating up in the sky, chasing after a bird that stole my favorite watch. It was like something out of a cartoon, really. A little magpie snatched the shiny watch that I had accidentally left out on my front porch. When I had gone out to retrieve it, the bird came up out of nowhere and took it in his little black beak. Right now, I was flying above a forest and close behind the bird. I was about to reach o...
We Can Do This
I can do this. A mantra I’ve been chanting for hours, but still don’t firmly believe. I volunteered to run the bake sale at my high school fundraising event at the local park. This shouldn’t be a hard task, but I wasn’t blessed with an extroverted personality. “Becky!” my best friend calls me out from beneath the crowd. Her long brown hair is pulled up in a messy bun that is bouncing all over the place as she jogs towards me. “You know I prefer Rebekah, Sam.” “Anyways,” she continues knowing we have this conversation weekly. “I just spotted Rhett over by the dart game. Didn’t you sign up for ...