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Tea and Biscuits
‘So, what’s the catch?’ I asked, confused at Gabriel’s immediate agreement to my plan. ‘That’s not the right question to ask’ he responded sharply, his still powerful eyes boring into mine. I took a deep breath in, trying to remain calm, in control. I was trained for this kind of situation; I just hadn’t expected it to happen that way. I had hoped I’d be given more time, a few more chances to prove myself, to gain his trust. More time to figure things out, more time to learn what not to say. Speaking to Gabriel was like walking on a tight rope. It required skill, patience and an immense amoun...
Everything We Do Not Know aka Wild and Lawless
I haven't seen one of those in a long time, thought the ant as it jetted back to its layer on the burning desert sand. It watched as a bonny boy with pale dark skin bent over a small puddle of water. It’s alone, thought the ant. Its journey back to its nest consisted of constantly looking for a broken dried-up branch to take shelter under for a few seconds. The ants had developed a special mucus whiwww.onedoor.ccch they excreted to cool themselves down whenever they went hunting for food. Under a makeshift shade, they would blow at their miniscule legs to cool down their feet. By 2110, the temperatures on e...
Darkness, My Old Friend
**Sensitive Content Warning**Mental health & murder“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”No one is more shocked than I when my mouth is the one that opens. “I can’t.”My whisper may as well have been a shout in the hushed chapel.Every horrified look in the room is pointed at me. Guess I’ve finally snapped. I drop my gaze, too much of a coward to look at the pools of hurt swirling in my groom’s eyes. There’s no going back now. I open my mouth but quickly close it again, turning to look at my guests, hoping that someone has some kernel of wisdom for me. But they’re all staring at me like I’m cr...
The Book of the Beast
As a child, Isa never spoke of her travels. She feared the others wouldn’t believe her. Growing older, she feared that they would. She did not want to end up ostracized like her friend Alys, who saw hallucinations and spoke about them until all the other children believed her to be either a liar or a loon. Nobody had believed Alys except Isa.Perhaps because Isa was different, too.The neighborhood regarded Isa as a quiet, odd child. What could one expect? She did not look or behave like the other children. Her father was an African immigrant in Munich who’d climbed his way from brilliant stude...