Foxtrot_The Spinners_Taking love, by the hand._A Day at the Library
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Foxtrot
On Monday I went to the Pharmacy. Tuesday I went to the post office. Wednesday the pharmacy, maybe the post office as well. Thursday... All the days start and end the same. Wake up at 9, bathroom, tea, desk. Work, work, work, maybe I go outside, come home, bathroom, dinner, couch, watch, watch, watch then bed. I've made it my goal to watch every single movie ever, (or as close to that as I can get), and rank them. After I finish my work and errands the house is hollow and empty and it's just me, the buzzing and yelling of my neighbors in the walls; movies feel social. The characters feel real,...
The Spinners
PrologueThis is a story that takes place in the same building. It isn’t a terribly ancient building, only about four hundred years old, but you should know that the story has several parts and a lot of years in between them. You know, sometimes it’s the place that counts, sometimes it's the people. Other times, it’s what the people do. Maybe less often it’s the ideas they had which are so important. You never know.In the case of this building, it does have a name and became famous enough to merit being turned into a museum. A small, tight-fitting museum, but a museum nonetheless. Funny how tha...
Taking love, by the hand.
TW: attempted suicide, death It was still dark out, but the horizon was beginning to turn pink. As the sun began to rise, the light shinwww.onedoor.ccing reflected in the ocean. I stood with my bare feet, in the sand, as small waves repeatedly washed over them, cooling them. It was a warm morning, for early spring, so I wasn’t cold.As I watched the sunrIse, I notIced the water begIn to rIpple and splash, not too far from the shore. I took a few steps, Into the water, the brim of my pants were getting soaked, but I didn’t care, because I had just seen a hand, in the middle of the disturbed water. I sped up, ...
A Day at the Library
Cora, the librarian, did everything possible to keep her composure as she stared at the two young men sitting at a table a few feet from her. They were so enthralled in their loud conversation that they didn’t notice her standing a few feet away, staring at them with contempt. “Do you realize you are in a library?” she asked, raising her voice a little. The two young men stopped mid-sentence and turned their heads to look at Cora. “I know we are in a library,” the one on the left responded. “And we are here because my book is here,” the other young man with multi-colored hair responded with a ...