Witch Child_The Strangeness_Broken Mind_The Adventures of Red Gun
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Witch Child
Using her staff to support herself, she picked her way slowly across the scree slope, taking care not to dislodge any stones that might take her tumbling down with them. Slowly but surely she was nearing the wriggling bundle lying in the sun where the villagers had left it. Another mouth that someone can't feed, she thought. She had heard the baby's cries from the top of the slope. Even more, though, she had felt the child. She had known that the baby would be here. Reaching the child, she picked it up gently and held it in her arms. Shading the child's face with her hand, she gazed into its e...
The Strangeness
It had been a strange day. No a strange time, a testing time.Like the rest of the world Tom was on lockdown. He had been so for two weeks now, not for any wrong doings, he wasn’t one for trouble so he didn’t have an electronic tag on his ankle. No this was far worse, a parasite had infected the world, attacking humanity with a deathly ferociousness. Coronavirus was causing a pandemic. Tom was thankful his lockdown was minuscule compared to what others around the globe had endured so far.It was a scary time and Tom couldn’t help but wonder when normality would return and the strangeness he felt...
Broken Mind
Trigger Warning: This story has depictions of Alzheimer's/Dementia in it.“It’s mine and you can’t have it!” I speak out loud to God, from the comfort of my own bedroom, clutching my journal to my chest. Someone knocks on my door. “Come in!” "Good morning, Leila! How are we doing this morning?" I am asked as Shelby walks into the room and sets down a breakfast tray, and a little plastic cup of pills."A bit foggy, but it could be because I haven't had my coffee yet." I say. I count on www.onedoor.ccmy fingers one to five, repeating the memories in my head. "Alright, well that's okay! We'll get that started fo...
The Adventures of Red Gun
It was a dull morning in Seattle. Grey mist hung lightly in the air. Jackie Robinson strolled along the small paved streets of the Ballard neighborhood. He reached his destination: a red brick building with stained windows and old wooden doors. It was square_shaped and only rose 19 metres into the air. Jackie walked in. The hall inside the building was fifteen metres wide and was empty; Jackie could hear all sounds: a man excreting in a toilet nearby; a worker moping the stairs; and a secretary typing on a desktop computer on the reception desk. She spotted him. "Mr Robinson,you finally arrive...