Everybody needs a Jigsaw_Plan B No. 2_Dear diary,_The Asphodels
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Everybody needs a Jigsaw
Is today Monday 6th or is it Tuesday? No, it has to be Monday. Yesterday was definitely Sunday because my son rang me. I pondered this big question as I lay in bed waiting to face yet another day.Was that my doorbell ringing? I hadn't heard it for weeks. It was only 10、30 in the morning and I wasn't dressed yet. Who can be calling to my house, especially at this hour? Don't they realise I'm in Lockdown and may not be ready to face the world? After all, I can get dressed at any time now, some days I don't bother. I better get up and answer it - must be some sort of emergency. Maybe one of my e...
Plan B No. 2
The www.onedoor.ccstreet had been covered by an awful mass of tendrils and claws, eyes sprouted from the walls of nearby buildings, hands burst forth to grip random objects and ankles, and jaws filled with rows upon rows of rotating teeth opened up in the ground. Upon seeing these sights, I was gripped with horror that I can't even begin to describe. Not an ideal Wednesday. I hid behind a dumpster, terrified to the point of stupidity.Out of a random alley (that will remain intact for the duration of this attack), I saw a man in a bright red suit walk into view. The eldritch horror had morphed into something...
Dear diary,
December 31st 2019 Dear Diary, it's only six hours to new years and I can't stop rocking my chair! This is the year...I can feel it! Amaka says I have a chance at the promotion and I can get it if I just up my sales a tad bit higher than Amanda's. I've practically got everything in the bag! My instagram numbers are climbing by the hour and I have a brand new strategy to sell out the new book release...and yeah! I've decided to publish the novel. I know I know, I've been putting it off for forever but I'm sure this time! I've been talking to some publishers and they see bright lights for me. M...
The Asphodels
The skeleton, flat on his back beneath the shade of the elm tree, was where he had always been. Plants grew on him. Shoots of green grass rose around his spine and up to his ribcage where they fluttered, waving in the wind. Clumps of grey-purple lilies outlined him, appearing in his armpits and around his arms, cascading along the sides of him all the way to his feet. Darkened by the shade, the skeleton’s teeth curved in such a way that he looked always to be smiling. From the black hollows of his eyes two solitary white asphodels grew taller than the other plants. His limbs were perfectly str...