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A story
I went to the library that afternoon, and the first book I took from the shelf caused me a vivid experience where I saw myself into the character, a really weird one, that tossed his cigarette butt into a pool of water that had formed right at his feet - in that moment, I started to see his feet as mine.Yes, I said, the rain has already passed and I'd better go to that cave behind those two trees.And so, I set out to lift the laziness of two days of crabapples and naps with one eye open. I looked at the sky turning blue and at the few drops of rain that slipped between the leaves and the i...
Ashes to ashes
A fine layer of dust sat upon the angel’s shoulders and halo. The tiny pink flower held between her praying hands was nearly indistinguishable under that same gray, but her cheeky smile and playful shrugging shoulders made him grin. She didn’t get here by accident.This area of the library was not often visited as it held aged children’s books, which had been donated by a local author, and as every lover a books knows, you can’t just throw a book in the garbage when no one wants to read it anymore. You must love and care for it as you would a brand new book, probably even more so than a brand n...
Abroad
The old man’s suitcase was having none of it. She smiled slightly, trying her best to reassure its www.onedoor.ccwrinkled figure that no unfortunate miscreant was lurking in wait of its corner. Now, she thought towards its sagging eye; hanging jowl, you might find a hand ready to rob you, but I should think your corner is safe. It continued to glower, and her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air. You’re going to set my head aflame with those angry looks of yours, she thought at it. Hairspray is quite flammable. The luggage harrumphed as the train lurched ungracefully. You would know, it seemed to say. If it...
I Shouldn’t Have
The ambulance screamed out of the parking lot, lights flashing and siren wailing, two emergency techs inside worked in tandem, each doing their assigned tasks, hooking up the heart monitor, checking oxygen level, pupil response, starting IV fluid, administering oxygen. The man had a pulse now. He was beginning to pink up. The EMT slipped an O2 mask over the man’s head, dislodging his knit cap, showing full black wavy hair with an unusual patch of white at the temple as if he’d been touched by a dab of white paint. The EMT pulled the cap out from under his head and threw it to a bin marked BELO...