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Lucid in a cage
It was a rainy morning. I was awake at 6、 My parents were really happy that day. I was really happy seeing the smile on their face. My mom announced a business trip she and dad will be having for a week. "If we have this deal we will be able to move to New York this year", she said. They had an agency out in New York. Dad's company, Pioneer Venture Capital Fund, decided to move their headquarters there. "We are going to have a meeting with the NYC Dept of Economic Development and we will be giving a presentation on why the company should be given up for the EDL", she told me. I was really happ...
Journey's end
Journey’s EndBilly was sitting almost hunched up on the gross seat, trying nowww.onedoor.cct to get too close to the other passengers on the train. The dull scenery slipped past the uncaring passengers who kept their thoughts in their own worried minds. Billy nudged his older brother Vincent, who was busy reading a digital book, his reader shutting itself off when he put it back in his bag, careful to keep everything out of reach for thieves and nosy people. “We’re almost there, right?” Asked Billy, prompting Vincent to look at the overhead watch, it looked more broken than working, but ticked on nonetheles...
Guilty, Without Conscience
*TRIGGER WARNING* The substance of this story contains material that could be a trigger to some inpiduals who may be sensitive to Mental Health issues, Traumatic Family Events, and Death. Please be advised and read at your own risk.***Dedicated to those who have felt alone and were unable to seek the proper help. Stay strong. I love you all.***Please, don’t do it! I thought as sweat dripped down off my pointed chin. Please, don’t do it! PLEASE! Don’t Do It! Suddenly, as if uncontrollably, I exploded, roaring with emotion.“PLEASE, DON’T DO IT!!” I had finally screamed.There was an immense amoun...
Paper Flowers
The vibrancy of the fuchsia and violet paper flowers was diminished by the grey light pouring through the cloudy sky. Freya and her cohort had finished hanging the strands of bright flowers along the marbled path through the park. Patrons had yet to arrive for the annual spring festival, leaving the park desolate, the food stands and craft vendor’s stalls empty of personal. A tech crew worked at a constructed stage, performing microphone tests. There would be a concert and the crowning of the Spring Princess upon the stage. Freya thought once the sun set, the flowers strung above, entwined wit...