Brigetta and Winston_Emergency Bunker_The House That Lies Built._Winter's Children
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Brigetta and Winston
Reedsy Contest #237: Fairy Tale Truths 1、 Write a cautionary fable about someone who always lies. Brigetta and WinstonBrigetta stretched out long in the fresh straw as she raked in the delicious fragrances of their new environment, her pale whiskers quivering gently as the rooster crowed. Her feet and legs still ached from the long trek from Portland, but her paws were clean and she was dry. She felt safe, warm and happy. Each morning arising on the farm had been wonderous since their arrival. Winston hadn’t lied. Escaping the rat races of the city was the best decision she and Winston ha...
Emergency Bunker
October 5th, 2022 Screams echo down the empty corridor, blending with the sounds of running feet.They can almost feel the agony of the poor souls that were screaming.Captain Kratz hurried down the long corridor, following the MPs. The floor tilted slightly downward and the air was becoming cooler as they descended. The corridor seemed to go on for miles before ending at a huge thick steel wall. A security panel near the wall flashed red, the MP typed in the code, not even trying to hide it. Kratz watched in silence. Suddenly, the sound of hydraulics started and the whole steel barrier swung in...
The House That Lies Built.
Ginny and Sarah sat in the restwww.onedoor.ccaurant sipping Chai tea. It was delicious and they savoured it along with the wonderful food set before them. Ginny even laughed when Sarah first suggested murdering Joe. He was her second husband. They had been married many years before and porced many more.Her nervous giggle quickly evolved to a more somber response as she realized Sarah was perfectly serious.At first Ginny was slightly horrified, but warmed to the idea as Sarah began outlining several plans. She listened carefully to Sarah’s schemes but became overwhelmed by the vehemence of her motivation. As...
Winter's Children
January 23rd, 1992I watched as the girl was pushed into the room. She was winsome, her hair dark and curly, her light brown skin dotted with freckles, her large doe eyes dark with fear. I closed my eyes, the darkness suited my mood, and I envisioned crisp autumns and cinnamon, snow fights, and poppies. It was always cold here, the sepia walls teasing my utter powerlessness. I yearned for death. It was the only way I could live. The girl trembled. She ventured over, crimson scratches over her arms. Holly walked over, talking to her in the velvety voice that was like bells. Dove walked over to t...