One room, five people._Dreams or Reality?_Freaky Math Girl, Mr. Ribbons, and the Blood-Stained Bedsp
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One room, five people.
The room was empty, vacant even. One could say the room was full of nothing. It was just blank. But, in the center there was a table, and upon that table was placed five plates, five forks, five knives, five napkins and five wine glasses. And around that table, five people were standing, waiting. Within the room there were ten eyes but four of them were the same, with the same emotionwww.onedoor.ccs, however the people present could tell the two apart from the other two. The owners of those eyes also looked the same, identical even. And the twins were looking at each other with genuine joy and yet the othe...
Dreams or Reality?
Authors Note: So this one was submitted around 700+ words. It isn't as long as I usually write, but I wanted to end this in suspense. If you'd like a sequel for this, drop it in the comments please! Enjoy!"Sorry. Not allowed after hour."Orion stared up. A stout woman, French by the looks of it, thick-lipped with magenta lipstick and a brisk bun on the top of her head. She had silver-rimmed glasses, the shape of large ovals perched on her nose delicately and on her finger, she was twirling a bunch of bronze keys."Uh, I need the books. For a project." Orion tried to explain."Borrow the books. Bu...
Freaky Math Girl, Mr. Ribbons, and the Blood-Stained Bedspread
After the bodies had been removed, it was, once again, just a bedroom. The purple irises sat elegantly in their tall clear vase on the side table, towels were folded neatly on the writing desk, and the curtains were drawn in perfect pleats to let in the natural light.But the stains on the bedspread gave it all away that this room had been used. Crimson red streaks, browning by the minute, stood out on the white sheets like blazes, upstaging the grand, gilded oval mirror on the far wall from the door that the matron of the house had taken careful efforts to plant as the room’s artistic focal po...
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