Just one life_Solana and Solanum_Dinner à la Storm-tossed_Not A Nice Girl
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Just one life
Standing here on this roof I realize I have always known that my body wasn’t my own, that I was living someone else’s life. I was always aware of the fact that I shouldn’t be here on this earth. I tried everything to escape this endless cycle of rebirth but every time I died, I came back as someone new. And I remembered everything, all my past lives, especially my first one. I am aware of the fact that I’m only a consciousness being stuck to the human race. But I don’t want this. I don’t want to live on forever, hunting different bodies, living a thousand lives. I want to find paradise, a plac...
Solana and Solanum
Curg Ridel was not a town in which Solana had ever imagined she would take up residence. The gnome town was bustling for nearly twenty-four hours, with a slight lull for maybe a couple of hourswww.onedoor.cc on the dark side of the morning, with emphasis on ‘slight’. At half past noon, nearly all residents, even those who had sung away the later hours of the night were up and about. Those just waking were starting out for breakfast at one of the myriad inns, diners, or streetside vendors. Others, who had the sense to have slept when sensible people slept and risen when sensible people rise, were enthusiast...
Dinner à la Storm-tossed
I had been told to stand down, so I picked up the newspaper and retired to the dining table with a cup of steaming tea.“Would you look at that, today’s weather was predicted to be stormy,” I called out, not bothering to raise my voice above the din emanating from the kitchen. I had been banished from that room by the Chef for the Day.I did not understand for what reason he wished to cook all of a sudden. But with the way he was cooking, I was pretty sure the storm predicted was currently brewing inside that very room. “Deaths, deaths, accidents, whoa! Is there anything else at all happening in...
Not A Nice Girl
****Triggers: Mental HealthSubstance AbuseSuicideThe boardwalk was moving. Side to side as if it was timed with the ocean. At least that’s what my brain was telling me, as it went through motions of a very outdated tab of acid that I was pretty sure didn’t fully dissolve on my tongue. It was a cool night for June, but I was starting to sweat bullets, while trying to tell my mind not to panic. I don’t know how enjoyable it could have been, considering what I was doing in the first place. Drugs weren’t the right choice, but they were the best I could come up with. I’ll take Stale Psychedelic The...