DARK DREAMS_Consequences_Perpetual Adventure_Butterflies
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DARK DREAMS
As John helped his partner unpack the groceries they had just bought in from the car, a small china mug rolled out of one of the plastic bags. “What’s this Marj? I thought we weren’t going to buy things we didn’t need anymore? We have so many coffee mugs they won’t fit in the cupboard and you go and buy another one?” Marjorie looked at him strangely. “I didn’t buy a coffee mug?” “Oh really, then what’s this?” John asked as he held up the small mug. Marjorie dropped the box of cereal on the floor, then proceeded to pick it back up. “I, um, I don’t remember putting that in there. I don’t know ho...
Consequences
Consequences Mile Marker 75 He waved the pistol at me like a pointer, urging me forward as I looked to him for direction and struggled to grasp the steering wheel, slick with sweat. “Which way? Straight?” “Yeah, keep going east till I say otherwise. Got it?” I nodded, shivering despite the June sun’s heat blazing through the windshield. My morning coffee sat untouched in its holder since I’d placed it there almost an hour ago when my carjacker jumped in the passenger seat. Shame on me I guess, for stopping at a deserted 24 hour convenience store, but my early meeting set me on the road just a...
Perpetual Adventure
The rain thundered outside, echoing loudly off of the tin roof. A steady dripping sound came from the hole in the ceiling, the drops pinging as they hit the bucket. I bundled myself tighter inside my blankets, my flashlight brightening up the blank pages of a book. I had been staring at it for two hours and flipped through every page, but there wasn’t a single word inside. The rain picked up, hammering twice as hard against the battered windows. But as quickly as it had picked up, the rain had died down. I stood up and stretched my sore legs. Running blindly through the rain hadn’t been part...
Butterflies
The scenery still looks precisely the same, yet they have travelwww.onedoor.cced for days. The grass still grayed by the cold winter air, and the trees the same pale green. The lonely time in the forest has begun. Winter. All the butterflies migrated down south for a warmer climate, leaving the trees with only the wind to keep them company.The only thing that lives in the forest is the winged splashes of rainbow colors. All the rest left after the war, either dead or too scared to return to the wretched forest. The remaining deer are now hiding in the neighboring woods, commonly known as Firemount Forest. T...