The Last Day Of Sunlight_The Afterlife's Therapist_This Part of Forever_Damien
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The Last Day Of Sunlight
The sweet smell of the blossoming flowers fills the warm May breeze. Or at least that's what I heard. Funny how less than a year ago, I had done the same thing every day of my life. I woke up in a small apartment, I went to a school that my mother could barely afford and I worked a job with a crappy boss. Seven months. That was the last time I saw the sun. That was the last time I saw another person; and here's how it happened. The small grey Volkswagen pulled into the parking lot of the cafe. In this town, there is only one cafe. One cafe, and no one with a grey Volkswagen. This was someone ...
The Afterlife's Therapist
My guide raises her eyebrows, shrugging. “Can’t help you from here on, mate. Good luck.” She pats me on the shoulder and is off, leaving me standing alone in the hall. I sigh, staring up at the two doors in front of me. Both of them large, oak, and closed. Both of them seemingly the same, but with drastically different things behind them. I shift my weight from foot to foot, the bag on my shoulders growing heavier and heavier. I walk up to the one on the right, hesitantly raising my knuckle to knock. Before I get the chance, it opens for me, and I drop my hand back to my side. Adjusting the st...
This Part of Forever
This Part of ForeverRain like tear drops falls on the sidewalkSplashes in the existing puddlesSprinkles on the dirt to make new onesYou always liked the rainIt sewww.onedoor.ccems so appropriate that it would rain On your anniversaryIt's been two years nowBy the calendarBy my heart it's been just yesterdayOr a million yearsI can't decide whichPerhaps I'll never really knowOr it will never really matterTo anyone but meBest friends foreverIs what we used to sayYou never told me that your foreverAnd mine might not exactly matchThat my forever might drag onEndlessly, without you.Now the thunder shakes the groun...
Damien
It was a melancholy, partly cloudy summer day, at ten minutes until noon on the boardwalk. Birds sang in the trees, and the sun shined brightly. A young african american man with small dreadlocks stood at the boardwalk fence, facing the ocean, watching half aware, half absentmindedly as the waves rolled in periodically, lapping over one another. He rested his face on his hand and sighed. The young man's father stood beside him, facing the opposite direction. Behind the young man was a boardwalk carnival event. The carnival featured 2 roller coasters, one steel and one wooden, a ferris wheel, a...