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Sleeping
By David Rios Today, tired, exhausted, I went to sleep and tried to dream. I used to have vivid dreams, but I forgot those as soon as I open my eyes the next day. So sad, because I wrote down www.onedoor.ccthe ones that I was able to remember; Why? Because those are my omens. Some are good, some are bad. Those omens are coming into the truth. I can see them appearing in my daily life as flash memories of my past, a past that will happen in the future. Maybe it is schizophrenia. But how could it be possible?. For instance, once I was trying to cook something, for me, the food that I love. I usually eat anyth...
Whispers In The Night(The Curse Of Haven)
Haven is a town unlike any other, a town with many secrets and not all of them good.I call the town of Haven home for the last two years, and for the last two years all I hear about is the curse of Haven.What is the curse of Haven? The curse of Haven began after the founding of the town 100 years ago. The founders of the town drove out a witch. The witch went deep into the forest, but before she left, she put a curse on the town of Haven.The founders didn't believe her instead they built the town and moved in with their families. Over time the town grew. The witch and the curse all but forgott...
An Old Photograph
A familiar rustling sound filled the otherwise quiet living room. Ines was shifting through the weekend edition, half looking and half looking away. It was a habit in her family, and from a young age her weekends were filled with sounds of paper, occasional gasps, and dirty fingertips that no one bothered to clean. From the rhythm of their reading, Ines could guess if her parents had just had a fight, making these motions rough, fast, eager, as if they were in a competition to reach the end of the newspaper – usually devoted to sports and obituaries. It was a quiet Sunday, filled with nothings...
On the corner of Heather and Larkspur Ave
I twisted my head upward, looking at the stars stuck in the sky. It was an eerie evening, one you could picture being in some horror movie with screaming and chainsaws and shit. Only a few street lamps were lit, and everyone I knew was either blacked out in their beds, or the same in someone else’s. Not worrying about nothing, well, nothing other than the job they all forget they had. Most people, don’t typically like the night. As a group, people have always skipped right over it, like a rock over a pond. I’ve wondered why for so long. But the only sorta explanation I could give was that all ...