Walking in the light_Bitterness of a Lifetime_The Four Post Majestic Bed_Everything's Nothing
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Walking in the light
It was a frosty morning and Emmy was walking the baby. The trees were casting shadows across the tow path in the low winter light and it looked like she was walking across a barcode. In, out, in, out. The harsh sunlight was hurting her bleary eyes. She hadn't had much sleep. She'd woken from a dream where someone was crying, to find the baby had been wailing for a while and was becoming more and more insistent. The other side of the bed was empty; Ben must have moved to the spare room some time in the night. Emmy wrapped her scarf closer around her mouth. The cold air was making her chest tigh...
Bitterness of a Lifetime
She remembers the noon when she broke.Fans swooped languorously above the uncleaned, musky classroom, where she sat, unstoppable and studious, working on the set sums. Her teacher, Mrs Rowe, peered admirably at her slender figure through colossal tortoiseshell spectacles, tapping her fountain pen on the stained rich wood of the desk. The other classroom captives wrote and studied quietly, for once not slyly passing flirty notes for inquisitive eyes to scan. But the student’s mind was occupied by deathly, contaminated thoughts: her little sister, once so alert, so sparky, confined to a grotty h...
The Four Post Majestic Bed
It all happened in that Lonely Guestroom as she stood there.The tall slender figure of Namali stood looking at the door at the end of the Corridor with thousands of memories gushing and rushing into her head. Namali started walking the corridor.She approach the door at the end of the corridor. She held the broad brass door knob and pushed the door open. A single ray of sunlighet and rushed through the parted curtain brightening the entire room. She entered the Guestroom allowing the door to close by itself. Namali stood there in the Lonely Guest room with a thousand memories and thoughts eng...
Everything's Nothing
Something woke me. Or was it nothing? I wasn’t sure. We could only know the exact moment we woke up but never noticed it coming, and yet, we know sleep was coming but could not see it arrive. Is today the day? Is today the day I should do something to have nothing?When it was not possible to move any other muscle, I stared at the ceiling. Its whiteness smeared with a dandelion light from the early sun peeking through the curtains.I could see the cracks which where two pieces of plywood meet to create a sense of whole and thought about the rumor of how Rene Descartes got thewww.onedoor.cc inspiration of his...