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Renae’s head jerked up, and she dropped her dog-eared copy of The Hobbit to the floor. What was that? The window was behind her, and she’d have to get out of her comfy spot to check it out. She untangled herself from her blanket, which had somehow wound its way around the end table’s leg, and her tea cup clattered to the floor. Her book was instantly soaked in Earl Grey. She gave a cry and picked it up, then placed it carefully above a heating vent. “Please dry out nicely.” The frost on the windowwww.onedoor.cc made the outside invisible, which was how she liked it, but that noise needed to be investigated....
Bamboo
How high does Bamboo grow? I wondered this, as I gazed in awe upon the green skyscrapers shattering the heavens above me and the rest of the grove. It was quite a sight to behold, especially during the early morning sunrise. But the funny thing was, only a fool would think to see sunlight shine in this perplexing forest, or at least during this time of day. The hellishly dense forest made it impossible to see even an ounce of sunlight slit its way through the trees; a living barrier in and of itself from the rest of the outside world.I enjoyed my solitude though, here in this natural chamber o...
The Art of a Shoemaker
As the sun began to disappear over the rolling hills and paint the pale blue sky with its deep shades of passion, a shoemaker turned his faded sign from OPEN to CLOSE. Although the shoppers had since abandoned the worn cobblestone road and returned home with their spoils, it would be long until the old man ascended the spiral staircase to his loft for the night. He turned off the glaring fluorescent lights above him, and lit several candles to begin his evening work.He deeply enjoyed working by candlelight. When the frenetic energy of the daytime finally lengthened its pace into night, there ...
Family
I watch the snowfall blanketing the street below, drawing a heart shape on the frosty window. “I don’t like lawyers,’ I mused to myself, trudging down the steps, wearing layers of clothes ready to face the icy fingers of the winter's wind. ‘It’s not fit for man or beast,’ I said with a chuckle, clutching my coat tighter, trying to stay warm as I hail a cab. And after a few attempts, one stopped up at the corner, wadding through the snow, as the air steals my breath. “Where to?” the cab driver said, keeping his eye on the meter—barely noticing me in the back seat. “Uptown, 5th and Market,” ...