The Healing Heart_Mushroom Surprise_Void_The Thing in The Corner
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The Healing Heart
“Your observation duration is over, and you look quite stable. You can return home now.” Dr. Jones said, smiling at her. “Thank you.” Olivia George was truly grateful to get out of the hospital. She never did like the atmosphere to begin with, but for the past cowww.onedoor.ccuple of days, she felt like a caged animal. “You’ll need to take these medicines…” Dr. Jones continued. She heard the instructions and nodded. She turned around to leave and spotted Veronica. Veronica Matthews, a private investigator and her best friend, was rushing toward her. “So sorry, I’m late, got stuck in—” “It’s alright, Veronic...
Mushroom Surprise
The density in the air seems to compress the room and everyone in it. No one uttered so much as a sound since Jessica began cooking the dinner that now sat before them—Succulent and juicy chicken marsala drowning in salty, sweet brown marsala sauce and an abundance of mushrooms. The serving platter continues to steam, wafting the dish's flavors, tickling the senses around the dinner table. Though there weren’t many of them, this was bound to be a dinner, never to be forgotten.CLINK—Jessica clinks her wine glass with Melissa’s. The prolonged, deafening silence sends a jolt throughout the table...
Void
What? Where am I? What’s happening?Looking around nothing seemed to take any shape. It was all spinning. Or was I spinning? What’s with this line? Is it a line? Ahead of me was lined of black human-like figures going on for, wait, it seemed to just mesh into the blackness of the obis.“It’s your turn?” a voice said from behind me. I spun around to see a human-shaped figure made out of complete darkness, or was it just so bright the image was seared into my vision. I looked at the others in the line but it seemed like none of them cared, or even recognized the person- er, thing- was there.“It’s...
The Thing in The Corner
I am tired. I am so tired. I run my hands through my hair and move to open the blinds all the way, letting the last of the sunset into my apartment. I switch on all the lights, even the small one in the oven and the one inside my closet. I feed my fish, watch the bubbles rise from their pale lips. The little red one snakes quickly around the tank while the lazy gold one hides in the artificial plants. I dip a finger in the water to make sure it isn’t getting too warm in the stuffy apartment. It’s not, thank god. I wash my hands thoroughly in the bathroom. I realize then that I’ve already fed ...