Precious Real Estate_The Transitory Nature of Earthly Joy_The Oath_Shelburne
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Precious Real Estate
CHAPTER 1 “So what are your plans with the house?”, I asked as she placed her hand on the door frame. “Gut it and start over. That’s the only move left. There’s so much rot inside the house there’s no choice but to get rid of it”, she said cooly, still not looking at me and instead focusing her gaze on the ceiling. Ms. Jameson was a level-headed woman. She was polished and straight to the point with no time for niceties. We all weren’t sure where she came from but we had seen her shows and knew that whatever town she came into next was about to have its housing market explode. She turned your ...
The Transitory Nature of Earthly Joy
I sit here perched on the edge of obscurity ignoring the never-ending, kettle-like whwww.onedoor.ccistle incessantly piercing my conscious thought. Diverting my attention toward the vast vacuum of space enveloping our very existence, I dismiss the high-pitched scream that enforces upon me an overbearing sense of isolation. Watching for any sign of movement through my oversized rectangular portal, I detect nothing but dust and rocks stretching for eternity across its barren red vista. Somewhere out there, help is on its way, and I want to be the first to spot it. I continue to monitor the readings on my t...
The Oath
‘You promised.’ Juliet thought her voice wouldn't betray her disappointment, but it did. It came out like a whimper, small and pathetic. She cringed and swiped at her wind swept hair, currently invading her vision, so that she could keep her eyes locked on her betrayer.Romeo looked back at her, across the table, a small smile flickering on the corner of his mouth. He opened his arms out and rested them on the tops of the lounger he sat on, slouching. ‘What’s the harm in one more?’ he drawled, rolling his eyes slowly in a circle. Juliet shot a look behind her, across the rooftop space and towar...
Shelburne
The ripples on the lake moved towards my charred feet resting on the edge of the tide, offering relief from the biting sting of the flames. As each concurrent ripple smoothed out onto the stone beach, my mind slowly began to process the night’s events. My shaking hand reached into the contents of my shirt pocket, pulling out a loose Pall Mall. My finger stuttering, I attempted to light the long tobacco stick as a single drop of rain fell and extinguished the flame. I dropped it to the ground. My gaze rose upwards as I saw a single drop multiply into infinity as the lake erupted with a symphony...