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CW: fire The candle flickered. When the night howled. It was the source of light everyone needewww.onedoor.ccd. Darkness fighted back but cowarded away, waiting for a time to return. Even the wax burned away into the unknownThe candle danced. As it lit up the world of gloom. All the children’s fears would sink away and evaporate into the damp air. All ghosts would howl and run as the light spreads like a bushfire. All monsters under beds would growl and sneak away into the dead of night. Spiders would crawl and hide. Light would win the battle.The candle blazed. It illuminated the room. Evil spirits fled a...
SARAH, FIDO AND SPARKLE
SARAH, FIDO AND SPARKLE“Where are you going with that book Sarah?”“I’m going to talk to the fairies at the bottom of the garden Mummy.”“Don’t be so ridiculous child, there’s no such thing as fairies and certainly there aren’t any at the bottom of my garden. Whoever heard of such a thing?”“But I’ve seen them mummy. They are there every day and I talk to them.”“Yes, I’ve heard you talking and I don’t like it. If I hear you talking to yourself again, I’m going to have to get you to the doctor and see what he’s got to say about it. I’m just not having it. You’re an intelligent child and intelligen...
Chamomile, It Helps
Note/Trigger Warning: This story references child abuse/death. The soft whistling sound and the sight of steam emerging from the stainless steel tea kettle was what captured Charmaine Wilson’s attention. Her barefeet softly padded against the wood floors, the legs of her plaid pajama bottoms whispered softly against the floor. She made her way to the stove and turned the silver knob, causing the small red light to disappear. Her fingers then curled around the handle of the kettle as she removed the appliance from the stove ring.She moved quietly around the kitchen, working in the dim light pro...
The Natural
In life there are monumental occurrences that act as time-freezing snapshots; the kind of events where, for the rest of your life, you remember exactly where you were when they happened. My grandfather used to speak with reverence about the day he heard that President Kennedy was shot. My mother spoke similarly of finding out about the explosion of the space shuttle Challenger. For me it was the day I stopped playing baseball.I was ten years old when I got my first “real” glove. It was a God’s honest big-league Rawlings rawhide and I loved it from the start. My dad, who my mom always called a ...