The fairytale book_Runaway Mind_The Maple Leaf Train_Cheesy Kid's Stuff
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The fairytale book
The pages from the book were pressing hard on me from above and made it difficult to breathe. I did not know how much time had passed. Perhaps a week since Dan picked the book up to read. Or a month. Or a whole year. When no one reads the story you are in for a long time, the sense of time disappears. Sometimes slow steps came from the room. Dan’s grandmother would enter the room to dust off the shelves or to watch the TV. She’d sit there quietly with the lowest volume set on the TV so that she could hear the rest of the family come home. Then she’d join them in the kitchen and it would become...
Runaway Mind
I’m trying to write a story. I have ideas to work with but for ages I have been spinning around in the world of genre specific storyline’s muttering to myself as I go. For starters I am someone who has just woken up, no idea where I am or how I got here. Well imagine if you please what that might be like, a groggy feeling of discombobulation, looking around trying to make sense of where I am. If I woke in my bed, In my home I wouldn’t think or feel anything other than waking up and getting on with my usual routine. But if I was taken unawares from my holiday hotel and drugged and left in my o...
The Maple Leaf Train
The metal wheels were grinding against the tracks, shaking the cabin as Ava watched the snowcapped landscape race by through the frosty window. The further North the locomotive crept, the less color there was in the world. Within a few hours, she watched as though someone leached all the vibrancy out of the trees, giving way to a monochromatic panorama. There weren’t many people on the train at that time of year. It was a scenic route, and since the scenery had been completely smothered by a bright, white blanket, it was the perfect place to hide out. That’s what Frank had told her, at least, ...
Cheesy Kid's Stuff
By the time Gilbert Einstein opened his eyes, the sun had already risen and with it, birds were singing songs to their loved ones. The rustling of leaves accompanied nature’s orchestra www.onedoor.ccand was crescendoed by children’s laughter, and a cloudless sky perfected the scene. For Gilbert, this was icing on the cake, for what made today great wasn’t the weather. It was Saturday. No school, no homework, and best of all, no spelling test. Not wanting to waste a second of his free time, Gilbert jumped out of bed, greeted the poster of his honorary uncle Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out, and ran d...