Eternity's Gate_Waking up_Unknown creatures_The Animal of Desire
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Eternity's Gate
Dear Z, There is no other way of saying this. There is a new dwww.onedoor.ccoor at the end of the hallway where the closet once was. I used to keep old books there. Mine, Mom’s, a little bit of Dad’s old notebooks even. Which was what I was looking for when I noticed that the wriggle of the handle felt different. When I looked at it again, I noticed that it wasn’t the vertical plastic handle anymore. What I had touched was a cool rounded metal doorknob with decorative floral designs engraved into it. It had a thin layer of dust that caused me to instinctively pull my hand back and reach for my jeans, leavin...
Waking up
It looked like a station but there were no platforms. She could hear the rumble but not see any trains. There were dark stairways and sinister alleys. The signposts said peculiar, incomprehensible things. Faceless strangers passed by in the distance, no one close enough for her to speak to. Everything looked hard and dirty, cold and alien. Why didn't she recognize anything? She had been there many times before. It must be Waterloo. "Waterloo, Waterloo” The words ran senselessly through her head like an echo. She tried to run up a flight of steps but her legs would hardly move. She must hurry...
Unknown creatures
Her thoughts are a strange ocean. One filled with transparency to those whe invade them. She just wanders through life with every friend by her side but some use her to their advantage. They would get jealous of her and maybe say a few bad words about her. A few in her books double, then triple, then quadruple and then fill up her strange ocean with strange fishes. Unknown creatures.She cowers from the blank canvas opposite her and in view. Inches away from the door, he stands penny picking every detail about her. The sunlight glows over face as she smiles, her eyes sparkling grey and thoughts...
The Animal of Desire
There was a sleeping monster in the room, and Tala knew it, but the empty fireplace straight ahead compelled her to move towards it as if the fact that no fire burned inside was more important. Her shy fingers reached and touched lightly on the mantle with hesitation, leaving a spot of fingerprints behind in the dust that had settled there, while her reflection, evident in the glass below, called out in silence. “Don’t wake the beast,” it said, yet the long-lost flame, nothing but ashes in the hearth, was now roaring to life inside her. She could feel it wake, like the scratched head of a matc...