The Dark Circles_The Clearing_Our Time Together_The bottom of a well
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The Dark Circles
Rachel was born to parents Jesse and Hayden Parker, in Black Ridge Falls Hospital at four thirty am on December 22, 1987, the youngest of three siblings. Her childhood was filled with mostly happy memories. Rachel's brother James and sister Isabelle looked out for her, even when they left home and found places of their own. The family did the best they could with what they had, although at times it obviously wasn't easy. Rachel inherited her mother's wild curly red hair and her father's height. She did pretty well in school and made some good friends along the way. She really enjoyed playing t...
The Clearing
“I wish you hadn’t ‘ave seen that,” the man in the oversized winter coat said with a slur.“So do I,” I say. “More than anything…so do I.”My hands rest in my jean’s pockets and my teeth begin to chatter. I can feel the watering from my eyes freeze on my cheek as a slow, white vapor fills the air in front of my mouth. The forest around me lays mostly in shadow and yet the brightness from the sun is blinding as it sets over the hilltop in front of me.I am alone. The man in the oversized winter coat is no more than a memory. And yet I can almost see him again, walking out from underneath the canop...
Our Time Together
Staring into the mirror, the girl looked into her reflection, her eyes held a rather distant feel, as if the girl in the mirror was someone else. Hesitating for just a moment, she continues to adjust her bangs, before inspecting all aspects of her outfit: a red yukata, custom fit just for this day. She reaches out towards a pair of glasses, but pauses her hand before deciding not to take them along with her. Making sure she has everything else accounted for: a watch, her wallet, and a small hand mirror. She opens the mirror up to check one last time beforewww.onedoor.cc heading out the door.Together in a ro...
The bottom of a well
Hero or villain. Who gets to decide? Is it what we are who we’re seen as when our faces are used on toothpaste ad billboards or on the screens on the busy streets that broadcast staged footage or an interview from last week. Or is who we are behind closed doors a real glimpse to what we truly look like beneath our skin. The big men and 1%, they get to choose who we get to be, what is most convenient. Or is it perhaps something we do against that, a path we make ourselves that only a few will know if any get the chance. Do we make ourselves or do the masses. Do our actions or our reasons? Our ...