Mr. Von Dutch_The Junkyard Home_In Remembrance of the Future_The day the sun fell
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Mr. Von Dutch
“Have you arrived?” Valerie asked her. Heather looked outside her car window and stared into the ominous office building and sighed. She had to admit that she was a little nervous. The building was dark and she was alone. What was she doing there so late at night? The snowstorm was getting worse. I just hope I don’t get stuck here, Heather thought as she got ready to depart from the car and run into the building. “I’m here. Where is this file?” Heather asked. “Should be on my desk. Try to hurry.” Heather shuddered witwww.onedoor.cch the idea of walking into an empty dark office all by herself. Yet, she had...
The Junkyard Home
Trigger warning: mental illnessIt had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Junk filled from the floor all the way to the ceiling. It was a horrific sight. There was never any room to move around and people were never invited over. It would be too embarrassing to invite people over, they would find out that she lived amongst filth, and would think poorly of her.The bathrooms reeked of urine and mold, they hadn’t been cleaned in over 2 years. The trash cans were overflowing with tissue used to wipe feces. Sometimes the tissue would not make it t...
In Remembrance of the Future
(Not as edited as I'd have liked, but that's what happens on midterms week ;-; --also maybe a part two)She opened her eyes to see weak light filtering through the dark green forest canopy, pine trees perhaps. Sitting up, she brushed the leaves from her hair and wondered how she had ended up lying on the forest floor. She tried to remember what she had been doing last, but it was blank, and with a shock, she realized she didn’t even remember her name.It felt like it was on the tip of her tongue, just sitting there, but she couldn’t quite spit it out. A dark cold fear began creeping in, but befo...
The day the sun fell
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.I woke up, smoke filling my lungs, the hot air around me making my hair stick to my sweat covered forehead. My eyes filled with tears as my throat burned, the stinging like swallowing a rose covered in thorns. This wasn't the first time I have woken up like this, and it wouldn't be the last.I coughed harshly, knowing no one would hear, my feet hit the floor and I stumbled out of my bed, through the doorway, and down the stairs.The day had come, and soon, we would all go up in flames.I knew what the flames meant. Today was the day that we e...