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Come alive, please!
Monica’s eyes were fixed at the pearl drops that were drizzling from the fogged sky. Her hands trembled as she closed the windows. “Uff, what a relief” she murmured as she swallowed a pill and put on her suit. It had been a year since she saw the outside world, the shining sun’s reflection on the crystal drops of mist on the grass, and the fresh breeze. All she could see nowwww.onedoor.cc was the pale white wall of the man living next door through the stained-glass window of her Bedroom and some gray concrete stuff all around. Today was her day, the day for which she had been waiting since long time. Last y...
Every Word
The cafe is a bit too bright, the music a bit too loud, the decor a bit too mismatched. I trail my fingers along the edges of the plastic tabletop, staring absentmindedly at my chipped blue nail polish, sitting at the same booth I’ve sat in every Thursday night for five years. It’s the only tradition I really have. Even I look like I belong here, with my baggy jeans and my ratty AC/DC t-shirt and my brown hair pulled away from my face. It’s half-full on this particular evening, so there’s only quiet chatter and gentle clinking of silverware as background noise. I like it like this. It helps m...
Sisters Fornever
Cassidy's life fell apart like the ruins of an old castle. Family and loved one's death tore their family bonds apart as she sauntered into a dark emotional state. The only person that she could call family was her twin sister, Camille. Sisters know everything, right? Not with Cassidy and Camille though. Cassidy was hiding a secret that could ultimately ruin her entire future. Camille didn't know of course. But it's only a matter of time before that would change.Cassidy bit her upper lip as she lightly tapped her silver pen o the near edge of her desk. The class was silent. A pin could fall an...
White Room
272、 Days. That was how long I have been trapped in this room. I don’t even know what this room is. All I know is that I have been stuck here for a very long time. The room is white. White walls. White tiles on the floor. A white bed with bleached white sheets. White light. So much white that it’s sickening to even look around. The only things that are not white are the marks I have written on the wall. I don’t even know how I wrote those since I have no pen, but somehow the marks are there. I find myself studying them when I am bored. And counting them. A lot. I am always bore...