The Relativity of Death_Something Out of This World_This I will never forget_Ana and the Snake
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The Relativity of Death
I died again last night. It wasn’t like the others. This time, I didn’t wake up. It comes back to you in bits and pieces. In scenes that are blurry at the edges, and in sensations that feel all too real. You think you remember running, the cold night air rushing past your cheeks. You think you remember a figure that was tall and spindly, that had limbs that ended in points. I was alone in my room, tangled in my blankets and eyes still bleary from sleep. The curtains (if you could call them that— really they were just blankets fastened to an old curtain rod with electrical tape) hung parti...
Something Out of This World
Ethan adjusted his tie in thewww.onedoor.cc mirror and sighed. His hair was a total mess. He tried to cut his hair a week back, and as you might have guessed, it didn't go that well. His hair now looked uneven, and with patches longer than others. No time to fix it now. Ethan was envious of his girlfriend. Jenna walked up to the mirror, stood in front of Ethan, and glanced up and down. She frowned, looking at her messy hair and picked up a brush. Within minutes she was able to smooth out her curls. And the spray she used to add the shine to her hair always did the trick. Jenna picked up a makeup bag and wen...
This I will never forget
“Ugh!” I grumble. “Tomorrow’s daylight’s saving time! Is this the one where we jump ahead or go back?”“This is the one where we spring forward,” Mary replies over the phone. “Get it spring forward because it’s spring?!”“It’s not funny when you explain,” I reply curtly.“Wow, you really are testy.”“I just want things on track and right now they aren’t.”“I hear you hon. Go to bed early and remember to set your alarm. I don’t want you being late for brunch.”“Fine.”I click off my phone and roll over into my bed. With my head already on my pillow, I set my alarm.Like I have time to lose, I think to ...
Ana and the Snake
Long ago in the days of our grandparents, in a small town in Bosnia, lived Ana. Many of you are probably wondering where this place is and what’s it like. Now let me see, Bosnia is so big that it would be impossible to describe it all in this story, but I can tell you about Ana’s town. Close your eyes and try to imagine about one hundred houses surrounded by a dark, damp and scented forest. Nearby there is a river. The little girl’s home was about forty steps from a mosque: she had counted them last Sunday as she played hide-and-seek with her cousin Mitja. The house was small and cosy. The str...