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The white in the room was overwhelming. Marion Miller had lived through eight decades affording her time to get acquainted with a variety of styles. The last two years had found her experimenting with a new monochromatic trend that had resulted in a shapeless room with shadows so sharp they overpowered the lighting. Elizabeth hated entering that room. The rest of the house had also fallen victim to the trend but could at least boast of more vibrant hues. The parlor was pink, the kitchen yellow, and even Elizabeth had participated in inundating her own room with purple. Sickness had befallen Ma...
SOOT AND ASH
She sat at the edge of the cliff on the outskirts of the village looking up at the moonlit sky. She watched as the nights' sky was slowly illuminated by the twinkling of little stars making the night's sky look like a sequined blouse under the candelabra. From where she sat she could hear the voices of little ones probably enjoying the extra playtime bequeathed them by the moons shine. She gave a dreamy smile as she remembered how it was in her own childhood days. How she and her brother will come out here with grandpa and he will tell them tales about their ancestors. Her grandfather could ma...
Seeing Red
Once upon a time…In a pretty little house in a pretty little wood there lived a pretty little family. The family consisted of a mother, a father, and a little girl. The mother was called Clara, the father was called Jonas, and the little girl was called Red. The little girl was not named Red, for her name was Jennifer, but she’d been called Red ever since her grandmother, who lived a little ways away in the same wood, had given her a red jumper that Red had refused to take off until it fell to pieces. Even now, Red loved the colour red; she always made sure to wear at least one thing in that c...
The versatility of the hasty
Sitting in the cafe every Tuesday, I order Fennel tea, open the book that I always carry in my handbag, and start reading my favorite short story. Everything in that period of time is a mere distraction, that serves to ease my thoughts’ tension. It is always very pleasant to sit in a quiet place, enjoy a loving atmosphere and appreciate a book you love. I stay like that in the cafe from seven in the morning until seven and a half hours.That cafe is one www.onedoor.ccof the most peaceful and serene places I know, where it can be found, in addition to good tea or coffee, great company. It is a nice place and...