Death isn't easy_The Heavy Oaks_"You're Awake."_Passage of the Midnight Cry
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Death isn't easy
Everyone had known the world was ending. It was not a secret, much as the government wished it to be. It started four years ago, when I was a child of thirteen and my baby sister was one. The weather started getting funky around Christmas. Birds migrated back because the south was kicking up a freezing blizzard and the north was getting flowers everywhere you stepped it was so nice. Scientists said something was happening with the sun, but what kinds of things would have it snow in the south while the north grew toasty? The icecaps melted, flooding many islands and swept down upon North Amer...
The Heavy Oaks
Elaine Woodridge had built a wonderful, Spanish-style manor with her husband in the late 40swww.onedoor.cc. During the last moments of her life, she had decided to leave that very manor to her grandson, Elias Woodridge.Elias was almost certain that he was never going to set foot in his grandmother's home after she died, but he knew better than to leave it to decrepitude.Six months after her death, Elias's parents decided to kick him out of the house so he could move to the manor. And so here he is, standing in front of a set of heavy doors, pondering the state of his favorite grandparent's house."Madame Mer...
"You're Awake."
I opened my eyes, though the realm of my dream hadn’t closed quite yet. The rims of my vision were blurred, and the air around me seemed to hum in my ears, the vibrancy of the noise almost glowing in my view. The buzzing was the only sound I could hear, not even my breathing was audible in the pitch-black room. I could see the very outline of my door, the edges of my toes underneath my blankets reflected on by the light of the small bulb in the hallway. It was always on, a nightlight, my sister called it. I remember her saying it was to help make sure she doesn’t trip over her own feet. My ...
Passage of the Midnight Cry
Forrest House looked distorted to Kaycee Rego through the rain-splattered windshield of her mother’s Chevy Blazer. Grandma Krissy died and left this pre-civil war home, located in Savannah, Georgia to Kaycee's mother. They parked in front of the colonial house and they proceeded to unload their luggage. Kaycee slung her backpack over her shoulder and thumped her suitcase up the wooden stairs to the veranda. The caretaker, Ms. Doris Cook, greeted them at the front door. “Welcome Mrs. Rego to Forrest House.” “It’s Ms. Forrest. I’m using my maiden name now.” “Of course. Please enter t...