Discovery_The Valentine's Ritual_The Golden Rule_There is a Sickness in the Forest
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Discovery
The thing about this city is that it can be the best place ever or it can be a place straight out of your worst nightmare. You are the one in control of how things will go, the catch is you don’t know that when you arrive. Let me tell you about the first day I arrived in Discovery. A beautiful city with the most terrifying secret lurking just out of sight and ready to pounce. I had arrived in the afternoon, and even though exhausted by my travels, I remember marveling at the beauty of it all. The colors of the sky were like nothing I had ever imagined. Vivid blue, streaked with magenta low flo...
The Valentine's Ritual
Eyes glued to the laptop screen; she had been staring right into the wallpaper since half an hour, shutting out all the functional windows, just a click away from logging out of the system. Vibrations were sent down her leg every tenth of a second and the phone screen lit up with every finger tap. Her eye lashes met on fixed intervals as though it kept a track of time. She had to remind herself to draw some breath every once a while until finally her cell phone bleeped at 16:00 hours and she jumped out of her chair twice; to turn off the alarm so the office pals don't gawk at her for her ear...
The Golden Rule
I grew up in a society where you cannot make your own decisions. It was a rule made thousands of years ago to hopefully “improve society”. My parents call it “The Golden Rule”. In my opinion, this rule is awful and shouldn’t be a rule. However, there is absolutely nothing I could do about it. Let me go more in depth about the golden rule.When you are a little kid, your parents make all your decisions. As you get into your teenage years, you get assigned a “decision maker”. A “decision maker”, hence the name, makes all your decisions. These decision makers are trained to make the decisions tha...
There is a Sickness in the Forest
And then it became apparent; he would never re-become what he had once been, and she had never been anything more than a spectre walking through a dilapidated house that was endlessly replaying the horrors of the sickness from the forest. He was looking at her with eyes that didn’t have a color anymore, and she knew he didn’t recognize her. She was looking at him, for the first time, as the creature he was now - frail, defeated, translucent. He would fall back into the darkness of the spaces between the walls. And she knew she as well would never leave the house; she would walk the staircases ...