Follow Your Dreams (Part One)_Adaline_Before and After_The taste of sulfur, (where is home?)
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Follow Your Dreams (Part One)
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this!Alissa Robertson was in the bathroom, locked in a stall. She was sweaty and pale. She had thrown up 3 times, and she still felt terrible. Takeoff was in 3 hours. She wasn’t ready. She will never be ready. “Alissa?” A soft voice called from the other side of the door, knocking. “Are you there? The Daily Galette and other newspapers want to intewww.onedoor.ccrview you. This is your big day!”“Umm, yes.” Alissa’s shaky voice said. “I-I’ll be out there in a second.”“Okay Alissa. Just call if you need anything.”That person was her best friend. Her name was Helen. ...
Adaline
A long time ago, when the nights were clear, people used to sit around and eat grapes and think about things like what happens to someone after they die. Now there were no more clear nights. There were no more grapes to eat. And most of all there were no people to sit around and think about these sorts of things. There was only her living all alone in a world without light and the only thing on her mind survival. When the sun disappeared from the sky, it wasn’t anything as dramatic as it going “pop!” and suddenly it wasn’t there anymore nor had it been slowly shrinking over thousands of years...
Before and After
No one really thought about how reliant we were on electricity. How the world would fall apart if the electrical grid was taken out.And how easy it would be to do that.When I say no one thought about it, that's a small lie. There were some people who thought about it, quite a lot actually. Survivalist enthusiasts that got laughed off as crazy or paranoid. The same people who hoarded food in their basements and clutched their guns like a Southern grandma clutched her Bible at church. They thought about the power grid. Despite how society might have seen their mental state, those people were acu...
The taste of sulfur, (where is home?)
In the middle of the world there is a place that no one goes to, land long forgotten by the maps or the books, land that does not want to be remembered. In the middle of the world there is a place that would not fit any and all definitions there is of beauty, land empty of anything but monsters, land filled with all the ugly things that stained God’s creation. The monsters, however, are anything but stupid, they have heads full of ideas and hungry bellies, so when food runs out in the middle of the world, monsters find a way to get out of the middle of the world, and eat. People aren’t yummy, ...