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The Hottest Party in Town
“We need more light in here,” Red said. Her hands flapped around the inside of Verdun’s oldest hall. “Couldn’t you have found a place with windows? Iwww.onedoor.cct looks so drab—and the front doors keep sticking.” “This was the club’s cheapest venue for a party,” Jo-Jo said as she arranged the centerpieces on tables filling up half the hall. “Jeff should be back soon—with reinforcements and lights. Karl bought extra booze, in case we run out. The food’s ready. The deejay’s playing some tunes. The early arrivers are due soon, though, so less complaining and more organizing.” “What about the doors?” “I’ll ...
Echoes from the past
I have walked countless times in front of that house, yet today it felt different. The yellow paint that was chipping off the exterior, was replaced by a white coat of paint. The betel vines that espoused the sidewalls now lay on the muddy ground, all curled up. Shrubs and wildflower plants that used to adorn and hide the bottom half of the house were now in piles all over the front yard. A wheelbarrow lay upside down, with other garden tools surrounded. The rusted fences now boasted of a fresh coat of pine green paint. The broken gate was still the same though. The top screws had loosened a l...
This is It!
The address I had been given led me to an old building on Mission Street. On the walls of the entryway I saw the names of the different businesses that occupied the place. The names included a firm called The Introduction and another called This Narrative. I saw the one I was looking for, the one my friend had scribbled down for me: This is It!.According to the directory, This is It! was on the third floor. As I was halfway up the stairs, I walked by what appeared to be an old closet with the door half-open. Lights, colored lights, were coming from somewhere inside. I could not resist taking a...
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The room was lightly decorated in shades of white and gray, and small accents of gold and silver. There were sparse furnishings or decor. This place didn’t have a name, other than “the room.” At one point, it was empty. Nothing was in it. When at last it was decorated, which was not for many years, this room somehow decided it would change itself depending on whoever was staying in it. No room it decided to be was the same room twice, unless it was the same person staying in it. The room was the only unique thing about the house that it was in. For me, it was gold and silver and white and grey...