Locked Without An Internet _Purple lips_I Knew Armand_The Kinnan Disturbance
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Locked Without An Internet
I'm not insane, and neither this cabin has been haunted before; but there are a lot of unusual voices running around my head as I'm locked inside this winter cabin with no electricity, internet and phone service; The things that I can't live without. Wondering how it feels to be here? It's devastating. Every second that passes by, feels like a torment of death. I want to peel off my skin, rip out all my hairs and recline as if I'm deceased. It's embarrassing to admit this, but I've tried to do so a couple of times. Sometimes, this acrimony leads me to bite my own hand, and yell as hard as I ca...
Purple lips
Her head was small with long fluffy hairs oscillating side by side as the bus took turns. I could see the side of her face as she stared outside the window. My legs crossed, my chest leaning deep inside my chair as I watched the stranger in front of me, her back was facing my front, a maroon coloured dress embraced her body, her legs were crossed too, her feet tensely hitting the floor as she bit her lip, her eyes wandering outside the window of the bus.Her hair was coloured in a light shade of blue, the way it bounced and flowed rhythmically made it probable that she shampooed it recently. Ma...
I Knew Armand
I Knew ArmandBy Heather Ann MartinezBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I had forgotten what they looked like this time of year in the United States. It had been a year since Armand’s unexpected death. It had been a year since www.onedoor.ccI went into hiding. I have spent the majority of the last six months editing vlogs for friends who have been biking across Colorado. As much as the federal agents said I shouldn’t, I’ve been hiding in plain sight. No one out here is looking for Vesna Lombardi, wife of a now deceased Italian mobster. No, the only person they have met is Cat Sommers. I ...
The Kinnan Disturbance
Note: I tried to combine all of this week's prompts into one story.*******“Bobby, we aren’t really going to sleep in the graveyard … are we?” Joey Alvarez asked as the two boys hurried down the street. “I’d rather just go trick-or-treating and eat a bunch of candy while we watch scary movies at home.” He pointed to the house they were passing. “It’s Nik’s first time trick-or-treating and I told him we’d meet up with him and show him the ropes.”“Shut up Joey! Saul did it last year and he dared us. He said he’ll tell everyone at school we’re cowards if we don’t do it.” Bobby grabbed his younger ...