Gothic Manner_Flames and Anniversary_Leaves Were On Fire!!_Underground Year
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Gothic Manner
Gothic Manner“Oh, you said manor, I thought you meant manner. I got the Gothic; the manor threw me. So you’d like to buy a Gothic manor?” “Is that a problem? You know, I’m not exactly sure what he meant by manor. He won a lot of money and turned into a jerk. He used to be an OK guy, but since he got more money than God, he’s changed. Well you know George, don’t you? It all started when we were arguing about wasting money on lottery tickets. I told him the chance of winning was millions to one. He said, “Someone has to win.” And he was right. He won. Have you ever seen a cocoon turn into a bu...
Flames and Anniversary
Her head laid on his chest, listening to his regular heartbeat softly thud against her right ear, she felt his warm and cool breath on her forehead as he inhaled and exhaled. The scent of his sweet cologne clogged her nostrils and his gentle hands delicately ran through the loose curls of www.onedoor.ccher sandy blond hair. The moment was tranquil. “Can you believe it’s our second wedding anniversary tomorrow?” his voice was low and raspy, but joy stalled within. “mhm,” she had said, her eyelids heavy with sleep as she struggled to keep them open. Silence lingered in the room as she felt her head being li...
Leaves Were On Fire!!
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Leaves that had fallen off the trees that lined the street and were still showing their colors of every color from light red to an orange that made me think of a fire that firefighter had put out across the street where I live. The fire that had started as a blood-red then turned into the raging orange, black billowing smoke, and people choking on the ground from the smoke’s thickness. The air was thick and the smoke was black as people were yelling “Fire!” The smell was like rotten fish and eggs that turned a person’s stomach.Paul was s...
Underground Year
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Breathtaking views of crimson waves rolled in front of me and crisp air filled my lungs with a deep inhale. The sky was dim and the sun was melting over the trees and in that moment everything stopped. I slowly turned behind me and faced the bunker I had just pulled myself out of. How long had I been here? The scene surrounding me didn’t match the snow covered hills I saw before...before...before what? What happened to me? Had I spent an entire year out here, or more? I peered inside the bunker and for the first time I realized how small ...