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Delirium or Dream
Kyle rests back into the hospital pillow and lets out a sigh. “The doctor wants to keep an eye on that temperature of yours.” his wife says. “How do you feel?” “I’m comfortable now, Sara. A little sleepy, I think or…” “Kyle, the nurse gave you something to help bring the fever down because it was so high. She said you might drift in and out before it comes down. The nurse told you all that before, but you just rest easy. I’ll be here when you wake.” “Okay, sounds good. I’ll just close my eyes for a bit then.” Kyle’s breathing soon becomes more rhythmic. -www.onedoor.cc Sara turns back to the book in her l...
Heartsmith
I stared at those letters. I knew what's inside those letters and I smiled. My black turned grey hair blew following the wind. And then, a flashback waved towards me as I smiled."Ei, Elijah! Let's go!" said a boy as he pulled my hand. "Eugene, wait!" I ran a little to follow the boy's step. He pulled my hand and we both ran across the alley."What are we..." I stopped as Eugene pulled my hand again and now we were in a shop. "Well well. Look who I have as my guest today." Said an old voice. A man in his 60 welcomed us with a warm smile."Mr. Heartsmith! Good to see you again!" said Eugene happil...
In, Out
Content warning- panic attackI must have swallowed a snake, somehow, because I can feel it winding round and round my ribcage, squeezing my lungs. It's getting harder to breathe by the minute, and I try to calm down, get the snake to loosen up because, please, I need to breathe.In outIn outIn outIt's not enough. I'm wading through the crowd, falling apart as I go, trailing essential bits and pieces of me like oil from a leaking tank. I'm looking for the bathroom, which I'm sure is somewhere near, where I can fall apart properly, instead of here, in the middle of the darkened dance floor. Every...
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Winter was her favorite season. Well, not really. Autumn, maybe. She loved the colors, the cool breeze and cloudy days. But people thought winter was her favorite season, perhaps because she once said that snow was magical. She believed it, but winter wasn’t really her thing. People tend to assume things, even when you don’t really mean them. So she stopped talking. It was the most intelligent thing to do. Easier said than done. Words had always been her thing; they were reliable, something she thought couldn’t be misunderstood. Well, she was wrong. Words were words, and she understood them, b...