A Guiding Force_Happy Halloween_Burning Without Fire_Katherine Quartz, MSW
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A Guiding Force
Halloween Day. It started off like any typical day. Thwww.onedoor.cce alarm went off at 6:15 AM, just like so many other mornings for countless years. I threw the blanket off and swung my feet to the floor. The bare, hardwood floor usually felt cold to the touch that time of year. Strangely enough, however, the floor wasn’t cold at all – nor was it warm. It was just – there. Equally strange was the fact that I found myself feeling rather refreshed and energized that morning. I was up ‘til about three in the morning last night, I questioningly thought. How did I manage that? I pushed the thought aside as I k...
Happy Halloween
I looked outside my living room window tentatively, trying to avoid the eager gazes of the trick or treaters clamoring excitedly in front of every door on my street. There it was again, Halloween – I ought to have gotten rid of my doorbell that night, since it rang every few minutes. I opened my front door with a grim face, held out the bag of candy which I wanted to throw out on the street, and ignored the exuberant faces before me. Feeling sick of opening the door, I decided on a whim to visit my neighbor next door. Mr. Peters was an old man who didn’t come out of his house for months on en...
Burning Without Fire
“We’re going to die, aren’t we?”It was a rhetorical question as both men knew the answer. An undoubtful, horrifying yes.Alexei, the younger of the two, quivered, on the brink of tears. “It’s going to be short, at least,” Yuri, the older one, said. “But still painful. They say it's one of the worst agonies a man can go through. The body killing itself from the inside.”The younger man burst into tears.“Crying won’t help, son,” Yuri said and fished his pocket for a cigarette. And to think he was about to quit smoking. What a sick joke, this life.He was surprised to see how steady his hand was, as...
Katherine Quartz, MSW
For the third time in as many minutes, Kat checked her polished tusks for stray lipstick. Her waist-length onyx hair was piled into an elaborate up-do, held by two plain silver hairpins that had been her grandmother’s. The lipstick she kept re-checking was the same deep chocolate brown as her evening gown, setting off her ochre-yellow skin and deep green eyes.“Kat, you look beautiful, quit stressing it.” At just a shade over five feet tall, Gwen stood as high as Kat’s armpits. Where Kat was a mountain of muscle in warm, earthy tones, Gwen was a wisp of pale pink with light violet eyes and whit...