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I told you so
“See ya in a few hours!” I yelled to James, “Good luck with that!”He grunted and waved one of his tools at me as I opened the door to head out. A nice breeze flew in and cooled our sweaty bodies. Our small apartment was nice, but the lack of any sort of cooling system made us both a bit grouchy during the day. Luckily I was headed to work and wouldn’t be home in the heat for another eight and a half hours. “Don’t hurt yourself,” I called and opened the door to head out. James was an engineering student and was convinced that he could rig up some sort of AC for us. I wwww.onedoor.ccasn’t sure how he was goin...
Etched in time
Inverness Airport, Scotland, July 20th, 2016 at 8am. The silence between us is unbearably loud. It feels like everything in both our lives has led to this moment. To speak or not to speak? Is there enough time for truth or do I just give another placating remark so as not to ruffle feathers?It’s a grey and cold day. A thick fog drapes the landscape and the rain pours steadily. It’s early enough that the airport isn’t busy at all. Some of the steel shutters of the airport stores are still shut. I wish for the distractions of a busy airport. The passengers hurriedly rushing about, the numerous ...
Enchanteé
“Shh! Quiet in the library!” I walked hurriedly to get away from the strict librarian.I walked through the library, looking for a book to read. While I was browsing through the shelves, I came across a book with a very curious spine. The book had a spine of velvety purple, with gold embellishments on the sides in swirls. There was no title, and where it would have- no, should have- been, instead there was an image... that kept changing shape? I knew something was wrong, and I probably should have stopped there, but I didn’t. Eager to learn more about the book’s curious cover, I pulled it off...
Murmur of the ghost
Helios sprawled casually on his chariot and gave the horses a final lash, steering them toward the stables hidden from human eyes in the heavens. The last rays of the sun, as if escaping from the mouth of a dragon, reflected a red-yellow stripe on the horizon. But few people recalled this god of light, or Zeus during a thunderstorm. Even about Dionysus at the lavish feast, no one said a word. The time of the pagan deities and their child heroes has passed. “Today I caught a devil-witch!” — could now be heard at the round table, while the other knights were vying to tell the king about their d...