I Thought I Was Alone_Escaping Dreams_One More Day_Singularity
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I Thought I Was Alone
Where I come from, cooking is considered a noteworthy skill; it doesn’t matter whether you’re a professional or simply a dilettante. Even in my family, every member had at least one dish they had perfected. So much so that it became synonymous with their name. My father was the most creative person I knew; he was the only person in my six-member family who dared to cook his signature dish atypical to everyone else’s. In plain words, his dish was a pot of stewed mutton and potatoes, but its preparation was a departure from our home’s culturally approved method of preparing meat and potato stews...
Escaping Dreams
Escaping dream (Part 1)Ring ring ring, the lunch bell rings. People flood the corridors and rush out into the main area. The two best friends got together. Eliza who is seventeen years old and Tom who is sixteen. Eliza was popular and sporty. Tom was funny and dorky. Strange as it was, they were best friends. They were sitting in the main area, leaves were swishing over their heads and the sun sparkled brightly. Everything was peaceful and serene.They were chatting happily. Suddenly, Eliza spotted something sparkling trail in the corner of her eye. It was leadingwww.onedoor.cc to the back of the school.No o...
One More Day
It was 6:00 am. Rafer lay in bed, bitterly depressed. It wasn’t so much that he would miss his mom and dad when he left tomorrow morning. He’d be able to video call them whenever he wanted. No, he felt depressed because he’d miss the small patch of land surrounding his home; it was all he knew, and all he wanted. Sure, he and his folks were isolated. The nearest house was a good half-mile away. And yeah, they were poor taro farmers who only just bought their first cell phone a few years ago. Still, the raw beauty of this island with the head-high grass and tropical fruit trees swaying in the o...
Singularity
The figure trudged on. Draped in a thick woolen cloak, his hunched form carefully traced a trail of footsteps back through the knee-deep snow, pausing occasionally to adjust its load. The lone hiker trundled up the porch of a worn but well-kept arctic warming cabin, emitting a muffled sigh of relief as he placing the burdensome stack of papers and correspondence on a small pile of shipping pallets resting adjacent to his front door. This freed both heavily gloved hands to release the troublesome front entryway that he had never bothered to invest the appropriate time and energy to fix. By pres...