Meeting Mother Nature_Origin of a Villain_Magical Menagerie_Letters to the Girl She Was
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Meeting Mother Nature
The first thing I noticed when my eyes finally adjusted was that the creator of crayons had clearly never seen the sky when they created “sky blue”. The second was that they’d never seen grass either. Then again, in the years since our great-great-great grandparents had crayons to draw the pictures hanging on our school room walls, the colors had probably faded.“Wow.” Kyler blinked a few times, his eyes still adjusting as he came out of the tunnel back down to the bunker. “Everything is so…”A pause. “Yeah. I know.”He nodded, and looked around a little longer, blinking, soaking the new colors t...
Origin of a Villain
See! I know the faithful day will soon arrive. Not later, not fifteen years fromwww.onedoor.cc now, but today!Back then, when YouTube was good, some people started to theorize that the end of the world, or cataclysm, would happen in 2012、 Eleven years from now, it had become only a rumor. Since then, the internet has become an integral part of our everyday life. Smartphones, smart tv, or even smart home. Everything is smart, but people are only smart when we choose to be smart. My friend told me, "Imagine if the armageddon we wait for is not because of asteroids or even meteor showers. What if the sun's gra...
Magical Menagerie
Liz 2019Liz casts her eyes around the place, a once over of everything as she steps into the building. She doesn’t know exactly why she does it--she’s never been here before so why should she look around as if she’s looking for differences?But she had studied the address outside, and it matches the one on the slip of paper in her hand. This is it. This is where Nana had wanted her to come.The only question is why.Nana was always a little off, one of those eccentric old ladies who owned lots of cool things and would tell you the stories behind them if you were patient enough to listen. Liz had ...
Letters to the Girl She Was
***Trigger warning for drowning***“We put down in writing what is happening in our minds. Once it’s on the paper we feel better, we feel better. It’s like some kind of clarity when the letter’s done and signed.”The roofs were high and mighty, like the cliffs of a mountain. Below them sat many multicolored houses with their own respective roofs to sit on and watch the glory of the sunrise from outside, but alas, it was late, and no one was out. No one, that is, except for two young girls sitting on the roof of a house, the one to the left a good two feet shorter than the one to the right. In th...