Never Stop_There Are Two Windows in Our Bedroom_The darkness ain't getting to me_A Journal on Lu
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Never Stop
“Are you sure this is what you wanwww.onedoor.cct?” her sister asks her as they're sitting on her bed, putting away the last few things left in the room inside one of the boxes.She nods and continues to fold the sheets in perfect squares. An envelope appears in her line of sight. She looks up and stares at her sister questioningly. “He told me to give you this when we arrive, but I felt that it's better to give it to you now,” she replies, giving off a shrug. She hesitantly reaches for it and draws it in for closer inspection. Flipping it over, she tears it open, her hands shaking slightly. She swallows as ...
There Are Two Windows in Our Bedroom
There are two windows in our bedroom. I could throw out my husband or an old lover. Hence, the dilemma. I was potting my market-bought roses onto the rich, loamy soil of our garden on Tagaytay Mountain. They were bright red and small roses which bristled in the wind. I was leery of the fact they may not survive the coming rains. But I was optimistic. He came from nowhere. Dis. He is an old lover from a turbulent past I had torn myself from, fled from and married another to settle down to have children and be stable. I admit, I used my family to forget and find my peace. The man I married is...
The darkness ain't getting to me
"The lights will come back up, don't worry!"I sat still in front of my computer, my right hand still on my mouse. I felt like a solar panel, waiting patiently for the sun to rise. My siblings shrieked. Chill the f**k out. We waited, 10 seconds, 1 minute, 2 minutes. It was usually never this long."Mum! Have you reset the circuit breaker yet?""Yes I did, dear! But nothing is happening."Hmm... I looked out of my window: I saw pitch-black across the street; the silhouettes of randoms walking slowly without the guidance of the lampposts. Torchlights were being switched on within the windows, and th...
A Journal on Luck
You enter the house, moving through the corridors of dust and shadows, finding a small study lined with ancient bookshelves. A few pieces of paper lay scattered on a rickety wooden desk, they are crinkled in a way that would suggest they were soaked in water and dried at some point. One piece of paper has the slightest speckle of blood on the right-hand corner. A shattered jade bracelet and dried four leafed clovers sit in a horseshoe beside the paper, bite marks are indented into the metal of the shoe. The papers are covered in rough handwriting which is littered with words that have been cro...