Asteria Delaney strikes again..._ONE OF THOSE DAYS_I'm not mad, they are._At the Pavement End
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Asteria Delaney strikes again...
You know, when I was a kid, breaking into small houses was actually kind of fun. I just didn’t know how far that would really bring me... “Ugh” I groaned as I waded, and the deep flows of water passed and folded around my waist. “I just got dry, come on...”. You probably don’t know me. My name is Asteria. Asteria Delaney. Yeah, all the wanted posters for the mass theft of the Ontario National Bank, the news of suspicious activity from gangs, the police cars all around the block that I last hit. That, Asteria Delaney. Yes, that’s for sure me. It all started when I was a kid, my mom was very...
ONE OF THOSE DAYS
For as long as she can remember, Elea has always loved the sunset. She would go sit on their house perimeter wall when she was in primary school and enjoy how the colors would play in the sky. The houses in the neighborhood would seem like shadow figures and it would remind her of the closing credit of a movie. But today the sunset was like a ticking time bomb. The further down it went the more she felt like her world was about to come to an end. An exaggeration true, but the ride on the back of the motorcycle was heavily supporting her premonition.“Customer, I’ll get you there quick quick. Th...
I'm not mad, they are.
True, I agree that I have been very very anxious these past couple of days. But why do you say that I'm mad? Yes, the disease had gotten worse but it did not destroy my senses but had made them more sensitive, especially the senses of hearing and seeing. I could hear and see all things in heaven and hell. I could even go into people's dreams and see what they see. How could I be mad? Watch and listen how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my mind. I had no reason to do it. He was a great old man that I really respected. He was good awww.onedoor.cct coo...
At the Pavement End
I stepped out into the bright sun~~ ~~~~~~~~”Come on, help me,” my sister whined as I threw my bag into the front seat of the car. I looked over to her, throwing a smirk in her direction as I watched her struggle. ”Seems like your managing just fine.” I worked to hold back a laugh, she would surely be mad at me then. But I didn’t want her to be mad, I was in a way to good mood for that. We we’re headed to a secret place, a remote place. A literal island. It was my favorite camping trip of the year. It was the only time of year that my uncle and aunt came down from Washington state. My mom...