A Work of Aura_Glowing Book_Ackadakka_A Dull and Scary Time
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A Work of Aura
"What's wrong?""Is there any point trying to deny that anything is?""Not really, no. There's blue all over your aura and, also, you've been chewing that carrot stick for over a minute now."Max wasn't sure he could handle any more of her stiff smiles or reserved posture. Worst of all were the traces she left behind. The usual bright colours in her aura had dimmed and continuously dimmed everything she came in contact with: her toothbrush, her phone, all of her clothes (even after they had gone through a few rounds in the wash), and—worst of all—their shared bed.First, the colours had faded, the...
Glowing Book
As I walk towards my house, the wind chimes swinging mysteriously in the wind, rain pouring lightly on my head, my shoes squishing through the mud, something feels off. I walk up the steps that lead to the front porch, clutching the straps of my backpack, wary of the odd feeling in my gut. As I grab the door handle that leads into the house, I feel a shiver run up my spine. I open the door a crack and notice Lu, my wonderful dog isn’t jumping at the door, waiting for me to walk through. Odd. No barking from the back of the house either. Mom’s not in the kitchen, waiting with a tray of cookies ...
Ackadakka
I’m so thankful that I’m not writing you this serious message from 92 miles below the surface of the earth just like the Oarlocks a humanoid species which were once descended from humans, particularly low-class underground machine license plate operators. They exist in several future timelines, notably in Oaror. They were subterranean and prefer dark, as their eyes were sensitive to light. After the Covid-19 or Coronapocalypse as it was called in the hood wiped out 27% of the world’s population in 2020. The aliens from our real and true sister planet Novagorodian Star 15、 It was discovered by...
A Dull and Scary Time
At the slightest twitch the seat of Eleanor’s desk chair wobbles and leans left. God damn it. She shifts her body, determined to reclaim the sweet spot in the center she found minutes before. The chair creaks loudly, protesting her weight, as she moves from left to right and front to back. Frustration builds with each gyration. She moves faster and faster in a spastic chair dance untilwww.onedoor.cc suddenly, she admits defeat. Her chair leans left, her arms hang limp at her sides and her head is tilted back. She stares at the water stain on her ceiling. It’s shaped just like the state of Texas and she env...