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A reflection on my life, for interested parties.
The parchment papers are tainted yellow from age, dark brown fingerprints are dragged across the corner of each piece, emitting the faintest metallic smell. Three starting lines are crossed or scribbled out. The writing is in a thick black liquid, not possible to verify if it is ink or something else. Nonetheless, each curve, each joining of the words are placed with careful penmanship. When I was younger, my parents told me that putting faith in anyone was the largest mistake you could ever make. They then gave me a practical example of this when they abandoned me in the local orphanage, and ...
The Phoenix
Lying semiconscious on my bed, I whispered, ‘Phoenix?’ I lifted one arm and stroked the air. But since there was nothing, only emptiness, my arm fell back on my bed. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling as the sun’s rays penetrated through the window. Was that a dream, or was it reality? It was so, yes, so real. I saw everything so clearly. Not like I would dream it. I know I just said ‘phoenix’. So, what was it? Suddenly a weird, scratchy noise, like talons scratching over a wooden floor, had me look around, wondering … ‘Sorry, I am. Me, it was.’ I heard a clear but full and deep, melod...
Horror to Hope
After fifteen brutal years of adventure, love, and loss, I had finally found the doorway on the wooded island again. Had it really been that long? Had I really been merely a child since I had stepped through it?A lot had happened. So much so that I was overwhelmed and merely laughed when I saw it again - like seeing an old, sardonic friend at an obscure cafe. I placed myself at the bottom of a tree and just looked at it.It looked pretty much the same as it did when I was little. I wondered if I could destroy it, but I had lost my shotgun days ago and my axe a few days before that.My dress was ...
The Man In The Glasses (Who Could Not Remember His Own Name)
“I remember nothing.” The man said. He was sitting down in an inch-high pool of water, more of a puddle really. There was some moss growing around its edges and a lily pad or two floating around. Beyond the puddle was an expanse of uncertain shapes and colors.“You must have some recollection.” Another man said. He was standing beyond the rim of the puddle. He pulled the tips of his sagging glasses back onto his eyes and squinted. He was struggling with his sight, more so than he usually does. All he could see was a blur sittingwww.onedoor.cc in a puddle. It was as if someone had gone under the hood and cros...