The Old Place_Beauty was ugly_Burt Brain_End of a Dream
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The Old Place
It was still sometimes hard for Selene to believe she wasn't eight anymore, both her parents gone, all but one of her kids in college moving on with their lives. Someday perhaps they would make a trip like this of their own. Hopefully they wouldn't have to do ninety the whole way though. Selene knew she was risking a nasty ticket if she were pulled over, but somethings were worth paying for, this being one of them. Her aunt was selling her family home, it was just sitting there collecting dust. Selene thought it was more that she wanted to use her share of the money from it to buy her dream co...
Beauty was ugly
Imagine yourself to reside in a city, where flowers smell could be acknowledged, where the Sun rays coming far from the heaven makes you feel relaxed, where every next morning when you wake gets more energized than the previous day, where everyone's happy and contented and lie in the lap of mother nature; encircled with the beauty of the Himalayas, dressed with the stillness and ever flowing nature of the Ganges and the Brahmaputra and covered with the blessings of great monks of Buddha and Shiva... wouldn't such place be no less than a heaven on this earth to reside in? This is the place, on ...
Burt Brain
There’s no sound on earth quite like a bird flying into a sliding glass door. Unlike the white noise of mass extinctions and vanishing rainforests, the singular thud of delicate avian bones against shatter-resistant Duraplex glass is impossible to ignore. It's the sound of the natural and man-made worlds colliding, like the off-key fervor of a bronze temple gong struck by a fresh-faced initiate.Burt Frumbder was savoring the second sip of his first cup of coffee when this one-of-a-kind sound made him jump, spilling this same cup of coffee. He swore and shuffled to the kitchen sink, attempting ...
End of a Dream
I stared at the celestial body of Mars, burning orange against the dark-www.onedoor.ccblue sky of Earth. The night was dead and the moon was hidden. A cloudless sky. A silent world. The city of skyscrapers had never before been so bare of all its monotone.It was irony and a chuckle was the only remedy. People wondered if global warming would end us or perhaps nuclear decimation would do the trick. We liked to imagine the end of the world as something that could be stopped if only we all took great pains to care, and yet? The world was ending and there was nothing anyone could do about it."Really," I muttere...