All To See Was White_A weird kind of special gift_The final portal_American Sunrise
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All To See Was White
A women sits confined in a prison that bares no bars; shackled by her memories. A small window is her only escape, it offers just an obstructed view. Rhythmic movements so slight they go unseen move in and out of her body. The warmth of her breath collides with the brisk air and a ballet of tiny droplets move gracefully across the glass. Her interest was peeked. Who stands outside this window? A smokey aberration appears yet again. The scenery was one without beginnings or endings, no direction for her eye to wonder. All to see was white. Do these shadowy obstructions herald a warning? “Specta...
A weird kind of special gift
My name is Pau, Pau Tori. I’m a forty five year old male. I’m an auditor in a large size company, in a major city, but I live in the suburbs. I don’t like to leave in very crowded places. I also cannot afford to rent a house there. I havent had a salary increase in 2 years. I dont think my skills are fully appreciated (It is just reality you know?) I wake up every day at 5、45 am, have a shower, shave and eat my cereals for breakfast. My morning coffee I always take it at work, from the coffee machine in the hall. It’s a new machine but the coffee is the same brand. I complained when the HR de...
The final portal
Something strange is happening to my house.When I plan to go to the attic, I suddenly find myself in the cellar. When I go to the kitchen, I end up in the bathroom. When I leave one room, there is no way of knowing which other room I’ll enter next. Nothing makes sense anymore. It’s as if every door is a portal that prevents me to reach the places where I want to go to. I’m exhausted from running from one room to the other in the hope that I finally end up in the place I want to be. Sometimes I walk into a strange woman on my quests. She pretends that I know her, but I don’t recognize her. She ...
American Sunrise
When I woke up, I noticed that two things were different. First, the birds had grown deadly silent. Second, the sun seemed to be coming in through the west side of the room, rather than the east. Was I still dreaming? No, looking around my room it seemed as if everything, except the light, was in order, nothing like the dreams I’d been having of late, filled with blood and screams… I shook my head. That was the other thing. I could hear my clock ticking, and the rustle of my pajamas against the fabric of my bed sheets, but the sound outside my room seemed to have stopped. I couldn’t hear the...