A Truth and a Lie_The Donor's Legacy_My not so peaceful vacation_A Heart of Flesh
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A Truth and a Lie
Mia's brown eyes opened. Cracks www.onedoor.ccin the ceiling, moldy smell, stains all over the brick walls...well, home is home. She sighed, and tore herself from her thin blankets. Mia brushed the tangles out of her long dark hair. She changed into her school uniform that her mom could barely afford, and opened her door to the kitchen.Her mom was standing at the sink, that is, if you could call it a sink. It was barely large enough to set the dishes her small family used after a meal. Her mom turned around, she was a frail woman, not very tall. She had shoulder length brown hair, and had piercing blue eyes...
The Donor's Legacy
Sheila waited patiently at the gate, as the guards checked the enigmatic invitation she received in the post a week prior. Dear Sheila Byrne,As a beneficiary, you are cordially invited to attend Reading of the Will and the Division of Assets of the late Fadil York’s estate, next Thursday, the 13th of March, at 9、00 am.Details pertaining to the bequest and execution of Mr York’s Last Will and Testament will be provided on site. Yours sincerely, Stephen Nagler(Legal Executor) She fidgeted nervously, ripping the cuticles on her left hand with the thumb and index finger of her right. Locks of her ...
My not so peaceful vacation
I only wanted to get away for awhile, to unwind, relax, take some time off from my busy life. I just wanted to spend some time alone. I never dreamt it would be the worst mistake of my life. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going or how long I was gonna be gone. Quite frankly I didn’t know. I packed a bag with enough clothes and supplies for a week, turned off my coffee maker, turned down the thermostat, made sure the apartment was locked up tight, got in my car and drove north. It was snowing lightly when I left but over the last hour the flakes had gotten bigger and it was coming down mu...
A Heart of Flesh
~Content Warning: violence, allusion to suicide, demonic possession~I’m surrounded by light. Where am I? How did I get here? I was falling…. A voice. A single voice. Different. Grief-stricken. Four words. “What are you doing?”Then silence. “What?” I call. There’s no echo; it’s as though the light extends forever in all directions. “What are you doing?”What am I doing? What have I done? My life… why?“I don’t know,” I choke out in answer. What am I doing? “Why do you hate yourself?” A door inside me I’d struggled to keep closed swings open and I see it clearly for the first time. I despise mysel...