PJ and Pete_Nerves' End_When We Were Lucid_One hour forward
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PJ and Pete
The metallic shutters over the couch shiver and a chill crawls up my spine, the only indications that Pete has arrived in my small, tidy apartment. I glance at the clock over the stove as the kettle finishes boiling and clicks off. 19:19pm. Right on time, as usual.I pour the boiled water into the pot, put owww.onedoor.ccn the lid and carry out the antique tea tray I’d inherited from my grandmother.“Hey, doll.” Pete’s smile is familiar and contagious. He lounges in one of the chairs by the dining table, one leg thrown carelessly over his knee, his trademark, ragged combat boot bouncing with banked restless e...
Nerves' End
The pain throbbed in his toe but he hardly noticed it through his racing mind. This had never happened to him before. It had happened to Joe across the street, to that braggart Carl, and even twice to Janet, who was unlucky enough to get parking tickets everyday, even on Sundays. But now it was his turn. Now there was a portal in his home and Chris didn’t know what to do.He looked down at the doorframe he had stubbed his toe on and gave it a good kick of annoyance. Bad idea. The pain doubled. He limped away in defeat. What do people usually do when they get a portal? He knew what they offer, o...
When We Were Lucid
When I was in middle school I had a close friend who realized when she was dreaming, We sat on the platform conjoining the monkey bars and the riveted chain planks that lead up to a spiral tube slide. I was sitting cross-legged, and she had her legs stretched out, one dangling off the side and the other leaning against me. The winter fled a month prior, but remnant winds still thrashed. I wore my winter jacket that day. I virtually wore it zipped all the way. I took to licking the middle piece of the collar from the inside. Every time I started a new session on it, the first few licks would ta...
One hour forward
One hour forward:By Sunshine MooreThere was a feeling in the air. I can't explain it, only that I dreaded tomorrow. Tomorrow. The first day of spring. I would set my clock one hour forward, but perhaps time would not be the only substance to change. I had much anxiety through the night, almost a quite panic. Was it the magnetic quality of time moving forward or was it my mind racing against time. What was this dread and from where did it come? Through the twilight mist in the night, I peeked through my window, which let in silver light from the gazing moon. A glow. A hollow rin...