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Mid-western coffee
It was a February day, some town in Portland- I’d lost track atwww.onedoor.cc some point after I’d left Montana. Coffee, people, faces, 10 fingers, 10 toes. Bradshaw’s coffee house filled at 12, and emptied at 2; I’d kept careful note, ordering usual and unusual customers in my head.I had no idea where I was, but every inexhaustible variety of some vaguely Mid-Western coffee house was irrevocably forged in my mind. The agreeableness, the palpable pleasantry, a testament, to the unparalleled motion of human nature. Minds and words alike, crushed and filtered through stained coffee mugs. Minds and words seeme...
Total Darkness
Lisa Danbury looked over the dark town from her apartment’s tiny balcony. The light from the sun and moon had been lost to earth years before she had been born. Since the Government had forced everyone to use solar power a year before the sun faded, power plants and factories had only lasted for a year or two after. She had heard stories about people being killed over things that made artificial light until that was gone too. She had seen flashlights when she had been small but as with the sun and candles the batteries for the batteries died. Car batteries also died at some point and without w...
Birds Of the Same Feathers?: Here's How To Avoid The Burnout
“ Who is pouring that water, I asked who is pouring that water?” Mrs. Grace demanded in anger. Her husband came out of their tiny shop and peeked upwards and went back inside the shop. “It’s Mazi Okoro's house maid. If it were to be done by another person, the wife would have called for emergency meeting to seek for an explanation” he said and went back to his work. “ Some people for sure are not qualified to live in the city. If you can’t keep common communal rule, go back to your village. You simple not qualified to live in the city” she said.She continued murmuring for about twenty minute...
A Witches Brew.
“Come on girls, let’s have some order if we are going to get through this in one night. Ermintrude, how about you sum up the last 200 years and a possible Witch itinerary for the next spell? Hah, I should watch my terminology, I didn’t mean a literal spell, but the next couple of hundred years. I would also like you to spell out - there I go again - to elucidate how you were able to survive the ‘Ducking Stool’ fiasco? Our younger members of the last 150 years wouldn’t have encountered this little blip on our radar. "At least we were believed then, now, I don’t know. It’s a mixed blessing. Har...