SIRIUS_I love you to the moon and back_On the Outside_Dinner and a Runaway Wife.
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SIRIUS
There was only bright red above the horizon, as far as any eyes could see. Looking up at the sky, I knew this was our present and our future, though I suppose we won’t have much of the latter. In the back of my mind I could still hear the futile protests of those advocating for our environment. Voices now decades old, their owners perished. On these morning walks I often think of them, the Scientists, we called them: prophets that urged our ancestors to take action against the impending fate of their children. Prophets, I thought, that created the same technology their enemies used to silence...
I love you to the moon and back
Look, I'm not... Scared okay? There's a reason I don't want to go. There's a reason I'm here, I swear! I- ... I can't even explain this to myself huh. Every year one is selected from a voice in our heads. The voice, we have to follow. Have I heard it? Thank god, the answer's no.The voice seems to make you do things... And I'm trying to block it all out.I have to avoid the Gnelof - they won't stop looking for me at this time so...Right, right I need a plan uh... OK, OK that That should be fine uh yeah okay ok...Shoot what the hell am I doing. My watch says 25 minutes left but my brain tells me...
On the Outside
Trigger warning: suicideIt was so hard for Shawn not to feel the atmosphere of the room – it was cold and calculating and deliberately dispelling. She was in the throws of finishing her final student work term and was nervously excited to do so. It was a hard journey to get to this last work term – between taking “time off” to recover from an illness and then rebuilding a brand-new work term to return to, was mentally exhausting! Not to mention being a mature student.The morning meeting was abuzz with the layout of the day – the breaking down of whom would be covering which floors/rooms, t...
Dinner and a Runaway Wife.
“Pass me the salt please, Sara.” she gripped the salt and her grey eyes flashed. “Oh what, so you can use that up too?” “Sara…” “What? You don’t like being called out, do you? huh?” www.onedoor.cc“I’m sorry about the cookies, Sara. I didn’t realize you were saving them… other times when there are cookies around we just eat them…” “Hmmph!” Sara turned away and looked out the window, brown hair swishing over her face as she moved. “I’ll get you some more cookies, okay? Promise!” her head whipped back around at the word ‘promise’ and steely grey eyes met mine once again. I hunkered down in my chair, shoulde...