Lights out!_Spring in Winter_In This Dying Light_Desdemona
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Lights out!
I had walked the walk, talked the talk. Yet I had nothing to show for it. I got a job as a journalist for a local newspaper covering nightlife in thwww.onedoor.cce city for me that was more excitement than I could handle. My husband turned, boyfriend, because I barely saw him at night, worked as a chef in the local mall. We thrived in his cooking. I took care of the kids while he was gone and he took over at night so that I could rush the scene. I even tried to look like the scenes that I was covering because I had to be authentic. It was in the heyday of club life and grunge rock. Everyone wore spiked hee...
Spring in Winter
Gods it was hot. Sweaty; humid; panting; hot. She huffed a breath in the dense air, surveying her surroundings briefly. There were trees, trees, and some more trees, with the added addition of moss, rocks, rotten and fallen trees, and shrubbery that would've scratched at her ankles if she weren't wearing her favorite hiking shoes. It had rained recently, which made every step squelching and the air chilled enough that she seemed to breath like a dragon.The world wasn't the Winter wonderland that it usually was in December, but if it had snowed heavily then she would've had to cancel her trip. ...
In This Dying Light
When we stopped looking, the gods started dying. It was a quiet fall, one centuries in the making, and no one noticed until it paved the way for the apocalypse. Here, the snowflakes spiral slowly. It’s August, but the lake below us is frozen. The snow is beautiful and terrible in the same ways the gods were. I think we tried to live like them, once. Now, the sun is fading as surely as they are. As surely as we will. “It’s a fire sun,” Jaime says when she looks to the sky, swinging her legs beside me where they dangle over the dock. The contrast between the burnt red of the sun and the stark w...
Desdemona
The local multi-millionaire named Mr. Curtis Landgreen approached the seventeenth semi-annual "Clashing of the Candies" competitively, coming to defend his seven-peat, which very well scared half the usual attendees away. It wasn't until the tenth installment that Mr. Landgreen got invested in the entire process, but once he did, no one could beat him, resulting in the ending of multiple highly respected competitors' runs. He arrived on the scene in a custom-made velvet tailored suit, a pair of navy blue pants that further signified his wealth, sparkling black leather shoes that shined in the ...