Asylum of Dreams_The Wind Dances Most Gracefully_A Long Soak_The Hole In The Closet
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Asylum of Dreams
Every night we dream. Every day we dream. We are always dreaming. Anytime I see an animal in the forest I wonder if it's real, I wonder if me going to sleep is really me waking up. If reality really is how we think then I don't want to live it anymore. I don't want to believe that this cruel world is real, that it really is just everyday, that every human is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. This morning I woke up and everything seemed more different. Not much different, just brighter. There were no birds flying around my room. I didn't wake up to a witch flying outside my window. Every ...
The Wind Dances Most Gracefully
Elle shifted uneasily in her heels, the shimmering fabric set around her waist swaying fluidly. A grand doorway towered before her, decorated with flowerless vines and weaved straws of wheat. Their rich scent hung sweetly in the air. Faint music floated through the passageway. Elle stilled herself, letting the notes mingle with the whispers of the trees. She exhaled, clenched her eyes shut, and plastered a smile on her face. www.onedoor.ccLeaving the calming presence of nature behind her, she drifted through the doorway. Candles flickered in every direction, and the tiny flames crackled enthusiastically. ...
A Long Soak
“Ma, really, None of this stuff is necessary.”“You have to protect yourself Vennie.”“I don’t think that I can protect myself against a virus with a rock.” Vennie, shifting her hold on the phone to shake the box and listen to the rattling inside, walked back up the path from her mailbox. “It’s not rocks, they’re crystals, and stop shaking them around. There’s bottles of those smell goods in there.” “You got me some oils too?” “Yeah, that’s the thing. Those oils that you kids are all going on about these days.” “Great, so I slather them all over me and I’ll be too slick for the virus to hold on ...
The Hole In The Closet
Mason knew something was different as soon as he woke up.He had a knack for that. Most of the time he could ignore it; but sometimes it bothered him, nipping relentlessly at his brain until he found what was out of place, or broken, or wrong. This morning was like that.It took Mason almost fifteen minutes to survey his room for irregularities. It was the room of an eight-year-old boy, and there were countless treasures and trophies to be inspected. Besides, his parents wouldn’t be up for another hour or so. He had some time to kill.He found it in the last place he looked, of course; the closet...