The Shadow That Stalks_Into the woods_Where is home (if not with me?)_Almost
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The Shadow That Stalks
Walking home alone from her friend's annual Halloween seance party, eighteen year old Lisa Davis tried to banter the scary images from her mind. "What happened to her eyes?" She thought, but quickly said, "No, I will not think about that anymore! It wasn't real. Just a mean, cruel prank!" This Halloween night was a bit more festive in comparison to last year. The suburban neighborhood of Dulai Cove felt cool and crisp; and it pulsed with the sound of crickets. Flourishing in colors of yellow and orange, remnants of autumn leaves were scattered across the grass. Some of the houses resembled an ...
Into the woods
1、Patience, I tell you. You know already, but I remind you, for I have seen far too often the way fear short circuits the frontal lobe and paralyses human decision making; I tell you, the woods are alive. The trees, of course, grow and reproduce and respire, but I am talking of the spaces in between, of the essence of the woods. The lone birch tree that the nosy woman - you know the one - hangs her washing line on is not frightening as it stands silently in her garden, though the bleached bark peels like ribbons of flayed skin. It was dug up from the woods as a sapling and now it never looks q...
Where is home (if not with me?)
We have plenty of time. I turned away from him as he carried a basket load of laundry up the stairs. His heavy feet stomping each stair as though he was climbing the dark side of a mountain into battle. I sighed and fought the thoughts that hoped he missed a step. Those words made my blood boil! In his world time waits for him, and in reality, time screws us over again and again and like idiots, we repeat the same patterns. Him, rolling his eyes and insisting that time is his mistress, and me in the corner agreeing through gritted teeth and silent smiles. He reached the top of the stairs safel...
Almost
Like peeling fruits softly, you pushed the drowsiness away from your eyes gently, you didn’t dare to open them all at once, when you had just remembered that you had washed your gray curtains and hadn’t brought them from your balcony yet, they were now probably more than dry and ready to hang, so you opened your brown eyes carefully to look at the sky from the rounded glass window.The summer’s sun was shining outside so you wondered between your steady breaths, what time is it now? What day is it of the week? So, instinctively, even before you got out of bed or remove the black cover from your...