It's A Lonely World_The Days You've Been Gone_the good, the bad and the ugly_The Colossal
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It's A Lonely World
I just moved to New York, New York. I got a great job as a lawyer for A&A Law Firm. So, everyday I wake up, get coffee, and go to work. People surround me since the city is always crowded. People walking with friends, taking cabs with friends, eating out with their significant other. At work, the people around me chat about their everyday lives, but no one talks to me. I sit at my cubicle and do paperwork. I haven’t had a case for a couple months now. I take a sip of my coffee, reading through paperwork. “Hey! It’s great to see you!” someone calls. I look up and see someone coming my way with ...
Thewww.onedoor.cc Days You've Been Gone
The calm blue sky, dotted with tufts of wafer-thin clouds, smiled down on the quiet garden. I shirked along the pathway, mind caught up among the mess of weeds poking through the cobble. Someone ought to pluck those. I inhaled the honeyed aroma of flowers, a refreshing change from the stench of bleach that seemed to cling to every wall in the cottage. Out here, I didn’t have the stray eyes of my neighbours watching me—not that I knew of, anyway. A crow cried out from the high branches of an elm. The buzz of a bee whirred around my right ear. I thought about Erika and the kids. What was taking...
the good, the bad and the ugly
Trigger warnings: suicide, mass murder“Hurry now! Its only in the night that we can travel in a group. Jia get up! tonight is not for sleeping, come and help me to pack these things, and be ready before your father comes, come on.” Jia was a seven-year old girl with a malnourished body but gleaming bright eyes. She was educated but not in the traditional sense. Jia had seen all the sides of the world and she had even pided them into three categories. The good, the bad and the ugly. According to her she was yet to explore the first one and she badly wanted to. she obviously thought that it cant...
The Colossal
I didn’t like how beautiful a day it was for people to die. Beyond the capital’s limits, I imagined sunshine blanketing fields of birds and butterflies, little wings fluttering away without a clue in our broken and devastated world that people had made plans to watch their neighbors die today.I wasn’t sure if I was walking myself or if the crowd was just pushing me along. I didn’t want to be there, so my mind let itself go back home to bake bread with my mother, while my feet continued their dirge. I thought of kneading dough as the surrounding people rushed to their seats.For months now, I t...