Miles Apart, but so close_Miracle on Morton Street_Despair to Light_Living One Target At A Time
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Miles Apart, but so close
It started on twww.onedoor.cchat very day. The day the world was starting to change and everything around me seemed to go full throttle without any remorse for what was happening. It couldn't have been something so simple like horses going extinct or new ways of transport being found. No.It started with a headache that came to me out of no where. People around me whispering. It was shortly after that I realized that things around me were floating around the ground was shaking. The wood buildings around were starting to shift and fall apart. I didn't know what was happening to me or why it was happening to m...
Miracle on Morton Street
My friend Annabelle, who means well, bought me a tea-towel last year, only it’s not the kind of tea-towel you dry up the pots on. I mean, you could, I don’t doubt it was perfectly serviceable, and not like one of those ornamental teapots that don’t hold water, but it was obviously designed to be decorative, not functional. And not merely decorative, but inspirational. It had that little tale on it about footprints in the sand – you know, where it turns out there was only one set of footprints at the hardest times because the Lord had carried you. It was a touching gesture, as I’d just been thr...
Despair to Light
After a long day at court, I crawled into bed, hoping to rid my mind of his terrible face. He just sat there, staring. He didn't show any emotion. His face was terrible, apathetic. I shivered. How could he? As I lay in the dark, my mind swirled with mixed emotions of fear, anger, and hatred. He killed my sisters, and he didn't even care. Not happy, not sad, he was just... there. As my eyelids grew heavy and my body relaxed, I heard a whisper. "I'm coming for you."I shot up again, looking around my room. No one was there, but I heard it. I prayed it was just a dream-like hallucination, but sudd...
Living One Target At A Time
Janet staggered in, the crooked, batwing doors banging behind her punctuated her dramatic entrances. A few heads looked up, hands straying from their powder compacts briefly in concern which soon morphed into thinly veiled annoyance once they saw that Janet hadn’t burst in because she had been distressed. Shaking their heads in exasperation, the occupants of the storage room returned to their business.Janet spared a single glance and then burst out,“I need Noel. Right now! Where is she?” Her hands tugged at her corset in impatience until she spotted their bartender’s rugged raven hair in the c...