A Deal with Death_The Theatre of the Night_What's in a name?_As lost as Atlantis
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A Deal with Death
Audrey made some very bad choices the day before the party.Not the normal bad choices, like getting drunk and texting your ex. One, she was twelve, two, in no way this should have been categorized as a party, and three…She made an actual deal with Death. ---Uncle Tom said to envision the funeral as a party.A really depressing party.Audrey wasn’t sure why a funeral was a party, but you know what, when your parents are both dead, you have to come up with coping mechanisms.Audrey actually saw her parents die, which is not something many twelve-year-olds could relate too. It was pretty early in t...
The Theatre of the Night
The darkness is gathering over the city. It is late March, just past the equinox, so darkness comes neither especially early nor especially lwww.onedoor.ccate. It comes when it is ready, comes at the time when families have already gathered together again after the working day, comes after the lights of businesses and offices, those blocks of fluorescent false clarity, have already faded. For although this is a city, it is a small city, it is only, really, a city, by virtue of the soaring and splendid cathedral on top of the hill. Sometimes, for high days and holidays, that cathedral is illuminated, a beaut...
What's in a name?
Mae’s mouth was paper, her eyes were puffy cherries and her legs were rods of steel which she grudgingly dragged across the room. She glanced at the clock and with an annoyed grunt and trudged across the hall towards the living room. Plopping down on her blue couch, she picked up the day's newspaper and flipped over to the entertainment section. “Mae Bose single-handedly delivers another disaster”, read the headlines. “Oh, those devils”, muttered Mae as she flung the newspaper across the the room. Just then , the doorbell rang. On opening the door, Mae found her friend and manager, Aniruddha,...
As lost as Atlantis
(Author's note: in comments)As lost as Atlantis I try to focus on the lights… or to at least appear as if I am focusing on the lights. I didn’t want to come. Our conversation is still stuck in my mind. But the full friend circle was coming, and I am too inferior to disrupt the completion. But… why are your words ringing in my head like this? The lights are blurring and your words, not your voice, are ringing,… like chimes. Maybe my brain wants to find a loophole? I know that I do, but I don’t think that it’s right to want that, or is it? I knew what you were going to say, and I heard it clear...