The Time Frenzy_The end and the beginning_A Path to be Crossed_Melancholic Acceptance
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The Time Frenzy
Tiny yellow spheres pepper the moonlit sky. The illuminating orbs look more like planets than stars. I am grateful for the increase in light even if it is so minuscule. The foreign shadowy terrain sends chills snaking down my spine and a wave of panic pulsating through my body. What do I do now? Am I stuck in some mystical world or alternate universe or a dream? How did I end up here? A few minutes ago I was doing laundry at my house. An odd sound emanated from the washer and said, “Beware Timefin.” The next moment I’m here. Questions jerk through my mind, stealing all sense of hope and leavi...
The end and the beginning
In the grey nothingness between waking and sleeping, she sometimes remembers Before. It’s like falling into a swirling mass of colour and noise, with people milling about in crazy patterns. They’re laughing and shouting and singing in a hundred different languages. Machines thrum in the background to make everything go faster.Those are the bad days. When she remembers Before, she wakes with her heart pounding and the memory of flames behind her eyes. On those days her ears ring with the sound of screams that were silenced nearly two decades ago. Her hanwww.onedoor.ccds shake as she goes about her work. She ...
A Path to be Crossed
The storm rages outside as Nathan closes the door behind him. He is soaked to the bone as he makes his way to the front desk of the inn. "I'll be needing a room." The Innkeeper eyes Nathan up and down, taking in a count of all the weapons the man is carrying. "Bounty hunter?" "Mind your business. Mine shouldn't be spoken aloud." The Keep understands. Everyone in the land knows of the one business no one should speak of. From behind Nathan a softer voice echoes across the room. "An assassin are you?" A rail thin man strides up to the side of Nathan. "I'm Bastian. It just so happens I'm in the s...
Melancholic Acceptance
The hardest thoughts and deepest pain come from the thought of unattainable loss. I lay here in the same bed that my water broke, unable to let it go because I don’t want to remove the piece of her that I had left. My ability to perform stillness on my beige linen sheets was perfect as I straightened out my back against my queen sized mattress and began the journey addiction by scrolling through my cell phone. Like every other night for the past 347, I find pictures of her that I’ve stored in a folder hidden in my photos app. Pictures of her that remind me of what she was and how she was gon...