The Unlikely Ghost_Just Stop_Demoliotin Doesn't Erase Memories_Cloud Reflections in the Ocean
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The Unlikely Ghost
“I told you that you wouldn’t need me” a small voice whispered to her, startling her awake. Jane forced herself to keep her eyes closed, convincing herself quietly that if she just kept her eyes shut, she wouldn’t technically be awake just yet. “I tried to tell you!” The voice exclaimed. “I tried to tellyou that you’d live without me, if you didn’t get to the emergency room!”Jane willed her eyes to remain unopen, with everything piece of strength she still had in her. If she just kept her eyes closed, she wouldn’t have to see, or experience, this nonsense all over again. She wouldn’t have to ...
Just Stop
www.onedoor.ccTHEN When I knocked on the door of my manager’s office at 9:30 a.m. that morning, my throat felt dry and constricted. Despite the 22-degree-Celsius setting of the office air-conditioner, my shirt stuck to my sweaty back and my hands were clammy and shaky. “Come in please,” he said in his usual toneless voice. It was a regular office with staid furniture, an uninspiring colour on the walls and air that smelled of paper and ink. Today, like on several occasions when I had been present in my manager’s office, I could detect the aroma of sambhar — the lingering smell ...
Demoliotin Doesn't Erase Memories
The noise was deafening. Dust rose into the air, huge clouds as if suspended by invisible string, gradually dispersing high above the trees and houses dotted sparsely along the road. The area was cordoned off with steel mesh fences but you could still peer through the gaps - enough to see what was going on. She had parked her car across the other side of the road to watch the building being taken apart by the demolition crew. She knew it would take more than a day to tear down the monstrosity – fifteen stories to be exact. Workmen in fluorescent vests scurried around, some issuing orders and ...
Cloud Reflections in the Ocean
It was a typical New England March. Somehow, the persistent damp, cloudy weather was worse than the snowy months that had just gone by. This odd transition period happened every year and yet people still complained about it like it was new, as if it were a ritual that brought on spring. The lack of leaves, a welcome sight in the dimmer fall, just looked tired and stark in the harsher spring light. The brown and grey landscape was dotted with vibrant green grass trying to get a head start on the weeds and furious growth that was just around the corner.Today was one of the rare, dry days that, a...