The First Idol_Scent of the air_Echo_I don't want you to stop haunting me
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The First Idol
“Stop daydreaming Mr. Delano.”In a moment, Mrs. Frampton, subjecting the tender wallflower of my affection to the grotesque spotlight of her own indifference, made cease the contemplation of my life’s own end, the one theme of my existence: Andrea Taylor.It’s the Spring of 2005; I am a 7th grader at Fort Sumter Middle School, home of the Trojans. Andrea sits enthroned one row ahead, three columns to my right. I have mixed feelings about this, for while it affords me an almost uninterrupted view of her during second and fifth period, it also places her immediately adjacent to Kyle Schwimmer: an...
Scent of the air
Its September, and it is the time of the month when the weather is chilly, not too hot, not really cold. Wind makes the tree leaves move slowly. People are wearing long sleeves shirts, walking in the streets and enjoying the weather. It may not be everyone’s favorite season but it is Diala’s favorite season. Diala is a 25 year old lady. She lives with her partner in a lovely two bedroom apartment in a very quiet district. She works as an artist and thats what makes everything in her life feel like an art. She is a pretty petite lady, she has long black hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She’s been...
Echo
The first time he saw her, she couldn’t have been more than nine years old. Even with her horns, she didn’t even reach his shoulder. The old shopkeeper felt a strange fascination with her the moment he saw her, standing outside his shop, half-hidden beside the door. He watched her from behind the counter as he sanded a wooden cylinder, the beginning of what would become a magdal drum, and waited while she gathered her courage. He hoped she would come in. The shop was too quiet for his liking. She was unlike any infernabeast he’d evewww.onedoor.ccr seen – shy, eyes downcast. That was what grabbed his attent...
I don't want you to stop haunting me
It took me a while to realize I was dead, not dreaming. Have you ever had a dream where you dragged yourself out of bed, brushed your teeth, got dressed for work, and then woke up and realized you were actually still in your bed? It was kind of like that, except that I realized my body was still in my bed, but I wasn't. I was scared, but also relieved. I've always feared death like nothing else. I've dreaded it since I found out about it. I was terrified to stop existing. But it wasn’t as bad as I feared. I’m not alive, but I still exist! I still have thoughts, and a mind, and a ghostly form....