Danish Modern_GOTCHA!_The Ninth Morning_Night Vision: Remembering the Future
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Danish Modern
Maggie found Knut rummaging in the kitchen. She often found him scrounging a snack, though breakfast was hours away. If he couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t sleep. Compared to their daily lapses in communication, midnight snacks were of little note. An immigrant from Denmark, Knut spoke English pretty well. Though it often seemed the piece lost www.onedoor.ccin translation was meaning. He noticed her watching from the shadows and continued his foraging. She said, “I sense tension between us.” He paused, “That makes no sense.” “Are you tense with me?” “I was but it’s passed.” Turning conversation into puns was ...
GOTCHA!
Finn always saved her house for last, not just for the chocolate, but the love of mischief that had been his standard all these long years. It was tiring work, visiting so many homes in one evening, and if it wasn’t for the folderol of that last house he would have been bored a long time ago. Rose was a conundrum of a human being. Since childhood she had shown a predilection towards the sciences, constantly experimenting with the world around her in order to make sense of it. The first time he visited her home, he was met with dozens of erector sets in various manipulative forms that he ...
The Ninth Morning
My morning started with me lying facedown on the floor.The hardwood was cool against my cheek. It would have almost felt nice, if it wasn't because my wrist was throbbing in pain from breaking the fall from my bed. It took me a few minutes to gather my bearings.My alarm hadn't gone off yet. The light coming through my window was the pale light of the really early morning hours. I pushed myself up with my good hand, ready to climb right back into bed, but stopped when I looked down and saw what I was wearing.My cotton pajamas had been replaced by layers and layers of... Silk? No. The fabric fe...
Night Vision: Remembering the Future
I’ve been to such a place so unimaginable, that even after sharing my experience, you would not be able to fathom what I have seen, felt, or witnessed. But…this is my attempt to share with you what is beyond. Beyond comprehension. Beyond what we’ve been conditioned to believe to be real or fake. It was a Wednesday late afternoon, November 18th to be exact. I finally arrived home after a long day at work. My feet are throbbing, I’m starved, and ready to crash. Eat or sleep first? Those were the options that faced my evening. I could barely think of anything but my bed. Welp! That was that! I th...