Operation Clean-Sweep_Out of Time_Salt in the Wind_A very peculiar affair
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Operation Clean-Sweep
Am I crazy? That's what everyone says. Even my so-called friends, if you can call them that. They've avoided me like the plague ever since I told them. Why? What did I tell them? I can't remember.It might have something to do with my current predicament. Humph. Yup. I can hear the chorus of 'I told you so's' as I strain to see...wherever it is I am. Can't see much in the dark. Just a faint crack of light seeping in a tiny window. A basement window, I think. I'd go check it out, but I can't move. For some reason, I feel like laughing. Seriously. Maybe they're right. I must be losing it. My head...
Out of Time
Scene: A young man sits in a dark corner of a small house. He has some sort of electronic device sitting on a wooden table in front of him, casting a bluish glow on his face. His hands are moving rapidly, as though working on something, though it is unknown exactly what. He mutters to himself, occasionally growing in volume, only to settle back into whispers. He is alone.Date: December 31, 2020 Time: 11:00 p.m.Even as I am recording this message, I am in a panic. I have so much left to do, and so little time to do it. An hour. One hour of the year left, but I still have not fulfilled my New Ye...
Salt in the Wind
Rodrigo Prieto raised the mast. People stared at the man in grave concern. He dropped down to the beach and began to push the boat into the sea. More people came down to the shore.“Rodrigo, stop this madness!” Mama Estrella yelled as she made her way through the crowd.The sail submitted to the strong winds. Rodrigo jumped on the boat, scraping his knees in the process. People from all corners of the island watched the second man who was insane enough to leave the island. Two thousand staring faces did not bother him. ‘We Prietos are explorers. Hardheaded and determined.’ Words of his Papa Anto...
A verywww.onedoor.cc peculiar affair
A few years ago, one November morning, we had a very unforgettable experience. Even before we left school, my friends and I sensed there was something wrong. First, it was the call to school assembly midmorning when we were unexpectedly sent home early and told no idling on the way. When did we ever have lessons cancelled for no apparent reason? Then as we took a short cut through the market, my friend Molly and I knew something was up. There was an unusual eerie silence in the streets usually bustling with shoppers of fruit and vegetables. Stallholders were not enticing buyers to get last-min...