The Squatter_A Betrayal of Thievery_Happy Birthday, Sandhya!_Everything Is Made Of Itself
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The Squatter
I had no friends, and even if I did, they would all call me Owl. It was one in the morning when the top of my phone screen slid down to notify me of an unsolicited caller. I blinked at the nameless digits, sneezed, wiped my nose, and rejected the call.Lowering my head back on the chair’s arm, I resumed watching my Blumhouse movie. The stranger called once again, disquieting my solitude, and I swiped at my screen so hard my finger left a scratch.“What?” I bellowed. I should have probably asked who it was.A raspy voice exhaled from the other end, and when it finally spoke, I recognized its owner...
A Betrayal of Thievery
The sirens blared in my ears as I crouched behind the counter filled with jewels. I twirled the small brass key in my hand, my twin brother breathing heavily next to me, smiling tightly. Jeremy and I had grown up in an old rundown orphanage together and had been released just a few months ago, as we had turned eighteen. The classic baby-left-on-the-orphanage-doorstep. We were the living incarnate. No note attached, no money, no names. Just Jeremy and I in a beige basket made of twill. Only days old.We grew up in the orphanage together. I was always the rebellious twin, and Jeremy the quiet one...
Happy Birthday, Sandhya!
In a handsome chalet, whelmed by dense snow of January, and miles away from the chaos of the metro city, Sandhya laid on her bed with an incessant gaze at the ceiling. She blinked after a long, and her puffed eyes reached the windowpane. White streaks of snow resembling cotton units, stuck on it, and the sky continued showering more and more of them.Sandhya mustered all the calcium in her bones to rise from the mattress, on which her husband Chirag was snoring. Her world whirled like a merry-go-round when her feet kissed the wooden floor. She inhaled a large dose of air to pace down her poundi...
Everything Is Made Of Itself
I once heard it said that the hardest thing you will have to do on any given day is simply to wake up. Then again I may have made that up myself. It certainly sounds like the sort of thing I would say. In my particular situation it can be more difficult than usual to draw a solid line between self and other. As a result I often get confused about whwww.onedoor.ccich tidbits of wisdom I created and which I discovered. Luckily, as I have come to discover, that difference means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. However it is something I am forced to think about as me and the others standby wait...