My time trip._Sleepwalkers_Sister of Summer Flowers_9:21; A Time When Loss Asserts its Lethal Power
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My time trip.
Another news story notification flashed across my phone screen, " please continue to stay inside...."I couldn't bring myself to open it just to be told this nation wide quarrantine was going to continue for longer. I threw myself down on my bed, phone discarded beside me, as I stared at my ceiling. If I had talent or material it would be covered in colleges instead of the plan white I had already been starring at for weeks. Why is the man hole opening in my bedroom ceiling? Above my wardrobe? That thought amazes me everytime I look at it. Why isn't it in the hall way, like every other house I ...
Sleepwalkers
Sleepwalkers I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes to see David’s bare back. I listened for a moment before I turned over again and stood up. I wiped my eyes and caught a glimpse of my heavy, ruined make-up and I cringed. She had gone out again. “Celeste?” David questioned behind me and I stiffened reflexively and reached to fidget with my wedding band before I realized that she had left it at home. I turned around and offered David a half-hearted smile. He was not a bad man, and I knew that www.onedoor.ccthis was as weird for him as it was for me. He had a wife, two children. “Are you alright?...
Sister of Summer Flowers
The most surprising thing about Amari was that she was never surprising when he was with her. It was only afterwards when he was trying to think of words to describe her, if he ever were to tell anyone. He always called her a girl, but said out loud, that sounded like a five-year old. She was as tall as one of the young women who danced every Friday night in the village. She was far older than that though she didn’t look it and she never counted. Still, the word “girl” stuck in his mind. She was a pretty girl, rich and golden, with thick brown hair, but you never wanted to kiss her. She didn’...
9:21; A Time When Loss Asserts its Lethal Power
She sits in front of her computer, staring blankly at the articles she should be done editing by now. It’s already fifteen minutes pass nine in the evening and most of her colleagues already headed home leaving few of them to conclude what needs to be done. Three staffs and her was left remaining in their pision. Together with the cartoonist, the layout artist, and the proof reader, they had to stay and overtime to meet the production’s deadline because their news print had to be published the next day. They had to publish their newspaper tomorrow and so together with their cartoonist, layout ...