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The Complex
Mrs. Harriet Beaufort was not sure when she started hearing them. The muffled voices that seemed to come from nowhere. The odd sounds that were unlike any bird or bell she had ever heard. The footsteps and banging that were sometimes right against her great room wall and sometimes so far away that she had to strain to hear them. But she knew iwww.onedoor.cct had been for quite some time, at least since her dear Edgar had passed. When it had first begun to happen, she’d been sure it was the war returned to her doorstep. Those awful soldiers in their gray uniforms, setting fire to what they saw to keep the m...
The dark planet
She stepped forward onto the grass. A crunchy sound. Leaning forward, she picks a blade of brown withered grass. Turning to look at her friend. "So John. Do you think we'll see Darren and Lilly again?""I don't know Maggie." He says. Wiping the sweat from his brow. "If they return, it may take a little time, but with any luck, they'll have supplies." The hunger pains have been a bit overwhelming, grasping at her side. "If only we could just find a little water." Lips dried and cracked."We would have no problem starting a fire with everything as dry as it is," John says, staring into the murky g...
Green 18794 - 068
Seven years. We’ve been married seven years. Did I not know before we were married that my then fiancé was an attention whore? He’s always yapping and looking for opportunities to insert himself into conversations. And I am left with the pressure of his overbearing presence and his inevitable foot in the mouth moments. It happens when you talk as much as he does.My name is Carol and I am obviously married. My husband is Devin. The very thing that attracted me to him now grates at my nerves. His affable nature, his pine buttocks, his brilliant mind, and his quick wit. All of that has stirred up...
Sherry
That was the day Shana lost all light in my eyes. ***“Shana, Bridget said you needed to see me.” I knocked on her door, one minute after service was scheduled to start. With superhuman speed, Shana opened the door, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into her sanctuary. There was where she meditated and recharged after every session. When she double-checked that the door was locked, I knew something was wrong. When I counted three sandalwood incense sticks burning, I thought she hit rock bottom.“I can’t go out there,” she started, while pacing between the assorted floor cushions and ottomans. She ...