Of little consequence_The Library Beyond the Border_The Commune in the Woods_Time Loop
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Of little consequence
So which is it? Do ya want the blue or the green? He scratched at his sparse stubble while looking at me over the upturned milk crate that he'd placed the items on. We were sitting at the back of coffee shop named 'Slipped Disc', a newly opened place that combined coffee and record sales. These numbers had been popping up all over the place, feeding the younger generation's penchant for rediscovering things that the previous generations had churned through and spurned for something else – life, probably. That's always the way generations work – rediscovery and proud ownership. The LPs were of ...
The Library Beyond the Border
The doors creak and move with the weight of the world, my palms hard pressed against the wood to spread them apart, slowly slamming each segment against the wall so as to announce my presence. Dust kicks up, mildly irritating my eyes, though hardly enough to take me away from thwww.onedoor.cce moment. Finally, I get to witness the locale that two months of travel led me to.A purple hue like an aurora covers the interior, courtesy of its stained glass windows that stretch up high towards the tall ceiling. A yawn escapes my mouth, for the dark, serene atmosphere make me lightheaded, craving for a nap. Yet as...
The Commune in the Woods
They said the Solstice festival was the safest to go to. The most normal. Virtually the whole town disappears into The Commune in the Woods during the Summer Solstice. For a week, the roads are empty and the smaller businesses are closed, and you can tell who doesn’t really live here, because they’re left wandering the streets, wondering where the hell everyone has gone.I’ve never gone before; I stay outside, with the outsiders. The Commune in the Woods is a place where people think they mean well. They don’t. I’ve gone there for softer occasions - to help a friend remove a blighted Ash tree, ...
Time Loop
Jake walked down an empty Saint Paul street, his heavy backpack weighing him down. For an already small unathletic kid, the twenty or so pounds was not easy for him, but he was on a mission. He had waited too long for this day to turn around now. As he turned down main street, he took a small break on a bench and set down his pack. He had only slept for 4 hours, since he had woken up half an hour ago to leave for the library. He continued walking down Main Street until he reached the front door of the library, he had been coming here since before he could remember.His earliest memories were th...