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    Trey’www.onedoor.ccs breakfast was ready a few seconds after seven-thirty; efficiency down 0.002 percent. I made a note of it in my logs and continued to my next task.“Good morning, sir,” I said. “Breakfast is served. I will prepare a warm towel for your shower.”“Schedule?” he asked.“Meeting, nine-thirty to eleven with the board. Lunch date at twelve with Leo.” It was all I could do not to spit out the name. I couldn’t stand the man. “Nothing scheduled after. Will you be returning home early this evening?”“Home at six. I want salmon for dinner.”“Yes, sir.”While he ate, I warmed his towel. While he showered,...czrone door

    Borderline

    October 28th, 2084 I have something within me. I don’t know who or what it is, but it is as much me as what others see of me, yet it hides within the part of me that is unseen to the world. … It was a dreary day in November, and Bentley’s watch struck thirteen. The immense, foreboding sky-scrapers of a lifeless New York City loomed over his head. He rushed along the barren streets, shielding his face from the bitter winds. Winter’s knife had come early. A wad of papers fluttered under his ash-coloured hand, as he squeezed them tight against his chest. He felt the peaks of his ribs through his ...czrone door

    Down the Rabbit Hole

    “Don’t you remember?”The universe has been spying on me for a while now. Its sharp gaze leaves hints on strangers’ faces and fools my ears by making them believe they heard my name being shouted as I walk across all streets.“Evren.” It whispers the word I find myself most often forgetting to remember. I hear that name rushing through my veins as I cross 555th avenue, the name that traps me into living a real-life version of groundhog day, except in my case, the days pass. Before blinking, the moment drifts away, and I find myself in front of the one place where I can run from the world. Roamin...czrone door

    Two birds in the hand

    Two Birds in the Hand. “Presto!” Magnificent Marconi’s gloved hand produced yet another dove, this time a black one. The odd-colored birds’ obsidian feathers reflected the sunlight of this clear day. Another birthday party, another payday. More birds to buy, Magnificent Marconi knew as he released the black and the white one as well to the clear skies, frightening them enough to make them flap their wings hard, putting on an extra show for the cheering kiddies and even the bored parents. He afforded a glance at those bored parents, working on figuring out how drunk they can get without being a...czrone door

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