The Doorways_Welcome, To The Arcanum Hotel_Rebirth of flowers_Silence & communication
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The Doorways
The Doors stand before me again. There was a time when the decision was easy. A life of pain and suffering, or joy and salvation. Two Doors, two choices, black and white. How easy this decision was for a young child’s mind.No one ever told me of the consequences.I remember the ceremony. All children do it when they reach ten years of age. I was no different. I remember the nervousness that struck me when I saw the Doors. They were different than imagined. Many children envision large and elaborate steel doors, one glowing red hot and fiery, the other gleaming white and radiant. But when we re...
Welcome, To The Arcanum Hotel
The big wood door slowly swings open with a creak to reveal a room behind it. I walk through the looming doorway with my trunks in my hands and under my arms. I sweep my gaze across the room and look at the big windows with long black curtains thwww.onedoor.ccat dance in the wind from the drafty windows. There is a plain bed with a dark, twisted wood bed frame and an ornate dresser to match. A mirror hangs off the wall next to a closet that looks like it would house all of your childhood nightmares. I glance down next to me to look at the little woman who had let me to my room. She was no more than three fe...
Rebirth of flowers
"Look at that..." her hand outstretched almost too eagerly and my eyes followed, "it's - it's a - what's the word?"She was right to ask. In all her life she'd never gazed upon anything like it before, aside from drawings and old books. Since those days, many years ago, I never thought I'd see another one ever again. My heart fluttered with excitement, curiousity, and longing to run and grab it from the ground and breathe in all its aroma and essence. I looked at the child and crouched. Eye to eye with her now I pulled her in and pointed to the tiny thing in front of us. Tears threatened to spi...
Silence & communication
"Kjaa? You sound like an animal girl," she harshly judged him. He? He just jumped away from the table, shouting, screaming. He completely burned his tongue on the overly hot tomato soup. She laughed. "If you are that angry, I will go home." Right in front of his face, she waved at him. "Oh, you are mute, not deaf," she poked fun of him as she opened the door.Ronald looked furiously around the room. Usually, he is a time organizing freak, but he simply lost any positive feeling towards it. A heavily burned tongue is no child's play, okay? Angrily he moved around in his flat. Cat? Feed. Plants?...