Escape to Life_The Black War._Harder Than It Looks_Blackouts and Harassing the Mayor
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Escape to Life
Escape to Life (1,185 words) 1 The sun crept over the massive snow-capped massifs into the enormous mountain-ringed horizon, turning the sky into a warm shade of tangerine. Evening descenwww.onedoor.ccded and so did darkness. Silence followed the swift fall of murkiness. It’d been three days since the group of mountaineers had started climbing from the Everest Base Camp. The peaks looked like eerie silhouettes in the light of the quarter-moon. Hazel kept climbing in the light of the headlamp fixe...
The Black War.
The night was dark and full of thunders. One could hear the howling wolves with the sound of thundering clouds. The village was quiet that night, so calm and unweary. There was a boy who lived in the countryside with his grandmother, who was of old age. The boy had grown up under her supervision. He had been learning a peculiar kind of magic from his grandma. They lived in a dreary house with a foul smell and a barn alongside it. The boy was called Nathan, Nathan Jules. His eyes were of sparkling blue colour, full of hope. "Dinner is ready, Nathan! Come downstairs", Dorothy said in a croaky vo...
Harder Than It Looks
I want to go in one of them, as I know one leads to opportunity. The other would be something I never want in a million dreams—I wouldn’t be caught dead sacrificing for someone. They’d just forget me. So I move on through life. What's better than holding hands with Kenny while waiting for Jenny and Laura to catch up so they can hear all about my full ride scholarship to Princeton University? I curl my hands into fists of frustration. I hate making choices—I always fear the worst outcome, which I get. I hesitate with my manicured hand outstretched just a bit farther away from the knob. I...
Blackouts and Harassing the Mayor
She dreamt a lot about sheep. Not counting sheep. Weird, bipedal sheep bleating at each other in the bowels of hell. She was dreaming about the sheep crowding around a single messy desk with a single sheep desperately shuffling and shifting through papers. Some of his documents sliding off the side of the best and spontaneously combusting on the ground.“Vincent,” she said.The sheep looked up, his eyes looked relieved, despite his eyes being that of a sheep. “Oh, it’s you. How are those ‘superpowers’ holding up?” He asked, “figured out how to use them yet?”She nodded, staring directly int...