The Woman in the Mist_Two Versions of a Visit_Goodbye, Melanie_To The Gate
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The Woman in the Mist
Her long silver hair was exactly as he remembered it, her white nightgown, too. Charlie Cowan watched from the sidewalk in the misty gloom as the woman resembling Margaret Cowan, his late wife, walked along the edge of the forest near his house. She glanced back at him, then turned and walked into the woods, fading out of sight into the achromatic haze.Charlie glanced around the field and saw he was alone. He’d hoped by chance that someone might have been happening by—someone who could have confirmed the sighting. But he was alone like he’d been for nearly thirteen years, a lonely old man pin...
Two Versions of a Visit
TW: Burning, Minor WoundA Chronicle of EventsA young girl and an older man stand before the charred skeleton of a home. He wears a clean, dark coat, shoulders braced against the cold. The girl shakes continuously, her feet covered only in mismatched socks, her clothing hanging loosely.The man points at the house and shakes his head, his mouth moving in words carried off by the wind. The trembling girl shakes her head and inches forward until at last the toe of her foot is through the doorframe, murmuring softly as she does.She nudges the charred door that hangs from a single hinge. It creaks ...
Goodbye, Melanie
CW: Minor use of adult language & suggestions of violence & abuse.Flames flowered wildly from her follicles. Everything behind her would appear to catch fire as she danced across the bar. She was warm with her words and involved with her eyes. She never made you feel inconvenient or needy. It was always, “Hey, honey! How was your day?” with such genuine inflection. As if she honestly wanted to know every single detail. And before the words could even whirl completely from her lipswww.onedoor.cc, she had already cracked open your favorite beer and placed it before you. She paid attention. (We have that in co...
To The Gate
Dex Slater woke up red-eyed and utterly confused on Tuesday afternoon. He was barely dressed in what could only be described as rags and wore ripped shoes that revealed his filthy, unclipped, toes. He had not the slightest idea where he had just woken up. He only realized where he was when a well-dressed employee wearing a striped red and blue tie tapped him on the shoulder to wake him up."Excuse me, sir, you’re not allowed to sleep here"- he said."Uh-yeah. My bad." - groaned, Slater.The employee rolled his eyes and stomped away with a bitter look in his eyes. Something about Slater made him ...