Darkness_Checkmate_RED_Five Days, Sixteen Hours, Nine Minutes, and Fifty Seconds
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Darkness
Darkness – Beulah Lee HarrisThe lights went out at one minute past midnight. As the darkness descended like a shroud covering every streetlamp, the ceiling-fan slowed to a devastating stop and the muggy heat fell like a heavy warm blanket.Shana tossed and turned, listening to the silence for a while but could not get comfortable. She opened the glass sliding door inviting in whatever slight breeze was teasing the night.Using her torch on her cellphone, she began to read, but James Patterson failed to enthrall as she had to keep putting the cellphone down to wipe the tickling perspiration away ...
Checkmate
Checkmate.That was the first time you and I met. All it took was one more than the starting move, and just like that, I was already gone.I remember then that I still hadn’t known you by name. You were but an avatar on a computer screen whose existence was as far from me as the sun is from earth. You were there as my first opponent, and the frustration that you hammered into this conceited newbie lingered more than I could admit, but your existence, no matter how apparent it was to me, no matter how close it was for that one moment, was blockaded by the anonymity of a stranger.Back then, I di...
RED
Tina already saw red. The weight of her backpack dug deep; she shifted feet as scouring the common area. A swamp of faces overfilling the ample space. Variety of sizes, many ranges of skin tones and many much younger than her. No recognizable faces among them. Tina looked down atwww.onedoor.cc the paper; her hands dampened and wrinkled the sheet. The red ink smeared from tears. Her first graded assignment, and she had failed it. Tina tugged her phone awkwardly from her back pocket of her jeans, trying her best not to stumble as the force of the backpack shifted once more. She had about an hour until her nex...
Five Days, Sixteen Hours, Nine Minutes, and Fifty Seconds
Crickets chirp, fire crackles, an electronic heartbeat punctuates the dark of night: short long, long short short, short long, short short short, long…A sonic history of the People of the Planet Earth drifts in the silence of deep space somewhere between stars, waiting to be played by an unlikely passerby. It was a romantic image of Earth’s message to the great beyond, which was in actuality a far cry from the worldly greetings and hand-picked audio of early deep space probes. Instead, Earth leaked culture like a balloon with a pin-sized wound, with TV shows, radio broadcasts, and data packet...