The Longest Day of the Year_Hidden World of Amakyarava_Cabin in the Wilderness of My Mind_A Miniatur
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The Longest Day of the Year
The drive to the Salisbury Plain wasn’t promising. I pulled the wash in early because the darkening clouds loomed ominous, ready to open. Raindrops splashed the windscreen as we passed thatched roofs in Bath and wound through narrow lanes, being overtaken by Range Rovers. It’s the longest day of the year in the middle of a pandemic and my partner, Craig, and I are driving to arguably the world’s most famous neolithic structure: Stonehenge.It seemed improbable on this rainy Summer Solstice that we’d even be able to get close enough to see it, as all gatherings at Stonehenge were cancelled due t...
Hidden World of Amakyarava
“We arrived at your destination,” the navigation map of the car said as soon as I arrived at the old mansion that my grandma left in my name. She died a year ago---yet, her lawyer just told me a few days ago that she left the mansion in my care and I need to move in if I wanted to own it. What a perfect opportunity, I can’t pay my rent in the city. The most eye-catching in this house is the window at the top of the house. Despite looking old it is very elegant and the color gold complements the overall color of the house. I should check itwww.onedoor.cc out later. Maybe, it's real gold, I'll get it and se...
Cabin in the Wilderness of My Mind
TW: attempted suicideMy asinine, dead end job really has left me on the edge of depression lately. Add to this catching my scumbag boss in the sack with my brainless Barbie of a wife and the fact that my creditors seem ready to foreclose on the precious few possessions I haven’t hocked to satisfy my 15-year addiction to the trotters and you’ll see why I think the end of the road looms for my worthless existence.I’ve made up my mind to do it and that’s why I have chosen this ramshackle cabin in the far reaches of the Maine woods as the site of my exit.The blizzard that I fought through on my se...
A Miniature Reverie
Robert braced himself for the delicious prepared meal, cooked impeccably by his wife Helen. She was a sauté chef at a high end restaurant in the city which Robert reaped the benefits from as her eager taste-tester. Robert's lack of critical critique was irrelevant as Helen enjoyed watching him rejoice in her many cuisine creations. Today she melded together a home made version of Mongolian beef with brown sticky rice and steamed broccoli. He eagerly sets the table and places the utensils and napkins on the table besides two bowls of food and his own, one for him and their introverted son Justi...