Empty Headed_Nine Glass Doors_The Tomb of the Dusty Prisoner_Princess, the Writers Muse
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Empty Headed
I have approximately one real memory left of my mother. And today was the day I was going to lose it and forget her, presumably, forever. According to the sticky notes and clipboards and torn off pieces of newspaper written over with permanent marker, my mother was a really good person. One bright orange sticky note claimed that she was a field nurse; providing aid to those on the front lines of The Recollection Wars. In my own tiny scrawled handwriting, it proclaimed that she did this for over twenty years, far beyond the terms of a typical service contract. She was either a glutton for punis...
Nine Glass Doors
When I open my eyes, all I can feel is a gust of cold air. It makes me shiver, but that’s not what I’m focused on. What I am focused on is the white room around me, with three brown doors imprinted into them. Where am I?I stand up, and immediately shiver. I’ve always been a warm blooded person, so it’s safe to say I don’t do the best in the cold. I turn around and see another door, parallel to one of the three. When I reach for the handle and try to twist it, it just stays in place. It’s locked.Did I get kidnapped somehow? The last thing I can remember is arguing with Mom, but that’s not unus...
The Tomb of the Dusty Prisoner
Kira had seen droughts. He was immortal; he had seen nearly everything the planet had to offer. That's how he knew everyone in the town was damned.Kira did not worry about the damned; he, too, was damned in another way. He thought,Why should I care about these dead men walking when I'm trapped being alive?A figure appeared silhouetted by the dust street in front of Kira. Someone was approaching with a horse next to her.Probably another lost soul looking for water and only finding deathA dusty woman stepped onto the rickety dried boards of the saloon's porch where Kira sat. She was wearing a b...
Princess, the Writers Muse
Every great writer needs a muse Annie believed, hers just had a fuzzy tail and a cute face. Princess was her partner and writing companion. The romance novels she wrote were a fun hobby, but even she knew they were missing something, her plots were lifeless. She wrote about what she knew, her heroines all had loving, adoring cats, and her heroes were modeled after her perfect husband Walter, the brilliant scwww.onedoor.ccientist. Annie wanted to spark up her stories, but did not know how. She loved what she wrote, but no one else did. Annie had been skeptical of the whole idea, but Walter said it was for...