route 180_Welcome to Alien World_A Story of Ten Seconds_Scars Can Be Deeper Than The Skin
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It was a dark night cold and frigid me and Amelia were all alone stranded. I was the oldest I had to know what to do. Right? It was like momma always said "it's in your heart in your mind and in your soul, trust your heart". We were walking, we were tired, our bodies were drained. No food. no internet. just us, Sarah and Amelia all alone it was not scary, we just missed momma more than anything I thought we were going to get eaten by wolves or end up dead by the end of the night. For god's sake it was -3 degrees outside. Amelia peered up at me " Sarah" she said I said yes Amelia she said "wher...
Welcome to Alien World
I had to go away from town for a project of mine. The road was long with deserts in some parts and plains in other. There was no way I could say no to this project so I packed up my necessary things, food and water, and with a lot of advices from my parents, I left my house. The road was long, to avoid boredom I played some of my favorite songs. I was enjoying this long road-drive, accelerated the car during deserts and enjoyed the views during plains. My journey was going smooth and fine but I still had a long way to go and I did feel tired. I planned to take rest for a bit then continue my j...
A Story of Ten Seconds
Austin's au gratin potato salad and sauteed green beans couldn't be more perfect. The rose and candlelight set up on the dining room table couldn't be more perfect. The moonlight that peers through the windows couldn't be more perfect. That's when the front door flies off the hinges coupled with our screams and a handgun and a bullet for two bodies. This happens in ten seconds time and all I wish for is a fresh ten seconds. Austin's au gratin potato salad and sauteed green beans appear starched to perfection. The rose and candlelight set up on the dining room table come across as an immaculate...
Scars Can Be Deeper Than The Skin
“What do you mean you don’t care?”He simply shrugged, lounging comfortably on the sofa. What else did the so-called friend want him to say? That he wanted to remember his past? That he wanted to relearn how he got all his scars, his limp, his glass eye? How he had more electrical burns on his skin than any man should? Almost as if he’d been routinely struck by lightning...No.He was good, thank you. “Gabriel, you can’t be serious-www.onedoor.cc”“You know what my name means?”The asian man pauses, then smiles softly “It means ‘God is my strength’. “Gabriel,” the ginger named Gabriel says “was the name of one o...