Fugue_Desolate Teens_Undeniable Connection_Our Just Deserves?
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Fugue
The sheets are damp again. And that little tendril of a curl on the right side of my temple that starts to coil when I sweawww.onedoor.cct had started to form. Coffee, I thought. I need to get a cup of coffee and just gather my thoughts.It was the third night in a row of the dream, the same terrifying dream that I'd had since I'd heard the news that I had been chosen for the space launch. My flight instructor had literally laughed when I told him about it. Chuckled and smiled. I was mesmerized as his chuckle developed into a chortle and then a guffaw until he was practically splitting his sides with l...
Desolate Teens
Karen gasped as a wave of consciousness flooded through her body. Ever since the alien invasion that happened just recently, she was knocked out cold. She didn't know how long she was knocked out, nor why she wasn't taken by the aliens.She sat up, wincing as her body ached under the pressure. Her head throbbed, and her muscles felt like a plate of jello."Hello?" She called. The terrain around her was desolate. "Mom? Dad? Ricky?" Her family didn't reply. She started to quiver with fear, and with cold as the icy wind whipped against her bare shoulders. She gulped and stood onto her feet. She got...
Undeniable Connection
There came a time when the world seemed to stop. It wasn’t at a time that I thought would be an appropriate stopping place. Rather it wasn’t at midnight on a full moon lit night. More so it was only a half moon. I could see it in the sky even as it was sharing the view with the sun. The sun hadn’t travelled behind the mountains. Though it felt as it might soon, the way it kissed the tops of the peaks in an almost motherly affectionate way. That was when it happened. The event was sudden and not easily dismissed as an ordinary moment. Even as the sun began to hide her face the light emanating...
Our Just Deserves?
“I want it!” My mom won’t let me get any candy because she says I’ll get hyper in the movie, but I won’t. I’ll eat my gummy bears and M&Ms one-by-one, so I don’t get sick. I will too be good, I said. Other kids are filling little sacks from the big glass tubes of candy. It makes a happy sound falling in the trays. The other kids have piles of color in their hands and are laughing. I bet they didn’t have to promise to be good. Mom said maybe after the movie. If I’m good. But she’s lying. I know that maybe means never. I want to pick my candy from the tubes like the other kids. I deserve it.“I w...