The December Contest_Up Up and Away_Black. White. Red: First Blood, the Squeakquel_Through Your Eyes
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The December Contest
It was a cold December Saturday, it was snowing outside and everybody was getting ready for Christmas. Everyone that lived in Cocoa City was excited for tomorrow because it was 10 days before the year ended! Which in Cocoa City, meant that 10 of the 10,000 people living there would be picked for a competition. The competition was a race. Each person is given 10 clues to collect and these would be the hints on how to get the next clue. Throughout the 10www.onedoor.cc days, one person would be eliminated and the last person left would win the grand prize of $10,000!It was finally Sunday, December 22nd, 2019、 ...
Up Up and Away
“Discovery consists not in seeking new lands but in seeing with new eyes.” – Marcel Proust“Come again?” I stared in disbelief into the eyes of the attorney across from me.“Yes, the requirement is that you take aerial photographs in a hot air balloon of the animals in Kruger National Park and publish a blog about the experience. Then you will inherit the house and land in Fort Morgan, as well as a steady income from the pidends of the investments your uncle made.”That had been two weeks ago, and my stomach has been in knots ever since. Now here I was in the breathtaking Kruger National Park,...
Black. White. Red: First Blood, the Squeakquel
The very thing that I desired. The thing that woke me up in the morning. The thing that gave color to my world. That would be my undoing. I couldn’t believe it. One moment you’re striving towards this mountaintop and then, once you reach it. Once you reach the summit, you look around and just like that… no one. You’re completely alone. And you want to know the real bitch of it all? It’s all YOUR fault. Here you are thinking you’re on top of the world all the while EVERYONE who helped you get there falls by the wayside. Just… Just where did I go wrong? Sure. There were times when things g...
Through Your Eyes
The morning air is still and humid. The sun hasn’t risen yet. Jess is sitting to the left of me in the damp, dewy grass. I uproot a few tufts of it, enjoying the oddly coarse yet smooth texture between my fingertips. Its coolness dissipates in my hands and I notice the moisture soaking through my khaki shorts and covering the soles of my feet. Jess had insisted that I take off my shoes in order to “feel” everything.Yesterday, we had set off to go camping. Last night we had separated so she could do her own thing. She had said that she wanted to experience the area by herself, so that she could...