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Liam SpinageRyan MiddletonVedv Stories 04-07

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  • The Monster in the Cupboard
  • Sam Nichols' Gift
  • THE SAME OLD SUNSET
  • Legacy
  • The Monster in the Cupboard

    When he was young, on those all too frequent occasions when they decided that he had misbehaved, they locked him in the cupboard under the stairs. It was not the punishment they thought. Dark, certainly. Silent. blessedly. Comforting, certainly. The sounds of quarrels diminished in that space, voices muted in the embracing darkness. There were no monsters hiding in that cupboard yet. As far as he was concerned, they were all outside, in plain view. He sits down and waits patiently for release. This began to www.onedoor.cchappen regularly. Regularly enough that he began to predict it, make the necessary prep...J9Ione door

    Sam Nichols' Gift

    As a kid, I never thought we were poor; we just didn’t have much. I was usually happy with my few possessions anyways. I enhanced the rest with my imagination. THAT was my greatest and most favorite possession, as it filled my free time with much entertainment. I would ride my imaginary red tricycle up and down the road, and meet my imaginary animal friends. Some were ugly and some were cute, but they all liked me.For my first few years of existence, I could not understand why my human friends were not satisfied with anything they had. They needed more clothes, more candy, and more toys. Nothi...J9Ione door

    THE SAME OLD SUNSET

    It is never a good sign when the sound of your body creaking is louder than the dry leaves under your feet. Yet, one step forward after another, the journey must go on. For this time, it was more important than all the previous hundred times that I had been here.The trek up this mountain was never easy. Not when I was seven, not now at forty. “But anything that is of any worth is not so easy to get” my old man used to tell me every single time we climbed up. This was our special sacred ritual from the time I was a little kid. Our way of spending every single weekend together. Bonding with each...J9Ione door

    Legacy

    “Mr. Rodriguez.” Dim light pierced Manuel’s eyes. He tried to raise his arm but the limb felt heavy. “Easy. You’ve been asleep for years.” “Years?” He croaked. “Yes, 150 years.” Tingling, running up and down Manuel’s body. A hand touched his face. He turned. The woman’s expression was kind, her face beautiful her blonde hair pulled up. She held a straw to his lips. “Drink slowly,” she cautioned. He sipped through the straw. The liquid was cool and sweet. “What is it?” “A combination of electrolytes and other nutrients.” Suddenly he saw flashes of memory. A pretty, dark-haired woman, holding a...J9Ione door

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