MIROSES_The Skyline_Party Animal_Journey to the Realm of Magic
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MIROSES
I was drowning in darkness. Black. All Black. Not even an utter movement while the whistling wind smeared against my cheek. Wedding bells, childhood cries, soul ripping screams alarmed my ears.The numbness in my brain made me question if I am still alive. Did I turn blind? Did I lose my way? all sorts of questions raided my mind. Phosphenes simultaneously curtained my eyes while rays of lime light flashed at me. White. A classic bouquet of white roses was held by my gloved hands.Walking further into the rays of light I could see roses again, specifically black roses entwined against finely cle...
The Skyline
Strange shadows flickered in the empty streets after the New York skyline lowered. The neon lights tripped on, one after the other as the city sky glittered in land born stars. It was a late evening in Spring and I had just started off as a writer at Vogue Magazine this month. The leaves crumbled under my heel as I walked downtown. The shops were closing down, and the mannequins stooped at me from shop fronts in ghastly glares of the new fashionable era. A large billboard of Jennifer Aniston-my favorite, hung right in front of my apartment. I was a huge fan. I looked up at it and smiled to my...
Party Animal
Detective Timothy O’Carter “Move to a smaller city”, they said. “There’s still interesting cases, but no gang wars, and you’ll get promoted faster”, they promised. “They” were right. But what they failed to mention was that in this smaller city, interesting didn’t begin to describe some of the cases that we dealt with. Most of them, actually, now that I think of it. My first case in this town had been a mass baby napping. If someone, somehow, stealing the entire preemie ward hadn’t www.onedoor.ccbeen strange enough; it got even weirder once we caught the guy. Babies were totally fine...
Journey to the Realm of Magic
The hour was late. Cyrian worked as fast as he could while being quiet. He hoped his neighbors slept, so that he might steal out of the town unnoticed while the clouds still obscured the light of the full moon and diminished the sight of the night watch. What little he needed to bring, lay securely within the deep pockets of his dark cloak. Only one task remained. He stood over his son, Julian, who slept peacefully in a bed resting beneath a ceiling mural of a constellation shaped as a tree. It was time. Cyrian spoke words in the ancient language of magic and then held out a hand from which fl...