The Street Light_The Never-Met_There is only one door_Reaping What's Sown
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The Street Light
He wished to curse those who looked at the rain and wrote poetries of love and life. Bullshit! Not a single of these drops intends love or peace—only ruination and despair. His lips trembled as his shoulders drooped under the weight of splashing droplets, those who did not abandon him. He glanced up at the sky, night stretching its inky hands and smearing the colours across the bluish-grey canvas. In the chorus of hoots and disappointed clicks of tongue from everyone those whom darkness began engulfing as the electricity was sucked out of the city, he heard the wind snaking near his shoes with...
The Never-Met
His eyes were always on his feet, and his feet were never on the ground.The boy had his chin tucked into his chest, arms out like an airplane. Hesitantly, he reached a toe over the building’s edge, tempting the forceful wind. Or God. Or both. The porch roof was just a few feet below him.It was a small drop, hardly worth a pounding in the chest, but Alex held his breath anyway. He’d never seen someone face-off gravity before. It was a force people were typically eager to appease.Without warning, the boy jumped. His arms pumped the air, his knees tucked in. The glass between them silenced his la...
There is only one door
In his life, everything was always black and white. The human condition dictated that there must be grey areas, things that weren't so easily confined to the boxes, things that blurred the lines. But, to him, he had never understood why a spectrum needed more than two poles. It either is, or it is not. Maybe if he had been more understanding, taken the time to really connect not been so set in his ways, maybe then, but even that fleeting thought didn't make any rational sense to him. Here he was after a life of good or bad, right or wrong, lie or truth, standing in what could only be a torment...
Reaping What's Sown
Reaping What's Sown' Black or White?Two barriers stand in front of me from this awfully vivid dream. All it needs is one twist to its door knob and I could enter, a sort of another dimension. So here I am, deciding which path to take. Black resembles darkness, danger, or in short evil. While White resembles brightness, safwww.onedoor.ccety, and good. Though, that's how I've understood it growing up. The door's material doesn't resemble any kind of clue or damage, just the gold door knob and their colors.I step closer, pressuring myself to pick one. I want thrills. My hands shake as I slowly turn the door kn...