The Monster in the Cupboard_Sam Nichols' Gift_THE SAME OLD SUNSET_Legacy
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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...
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...
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...
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...