The Restaurant of Desires_Vessel of Grey Clouds and Present Lives_On the window ledge._THE BEE STING
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The Restaurant of Desires
Hi, I am the owner of the top restaurant of this town, Bianca. Want to know what keeps the customers coming back? It is not drugs, just in case you were wondering. It is the taste of what they desire the most. And what is that, you may wonder. It can be anything, really, love, freedom, joy, something more sinful like lust, power or perhaps the feeling of killing someone you despise. Like I said, anything.You might ask, how do you let people taste their greatest desire? Well, there might have been a little bit of magic involved. You see, I am a witch. My family despises humans. They look down o...
Vessel of Grey Clouds and Present Lives
Trigger warning: Serious illness of a loved one.Grief is a powerful, unforgiving state that demands to be felt. It holds onto you and doesn’t let go until you’ve spiraled into every emotion imaginable. Even when you believe you’ve overcome it, it remains lingering, striking in the least expected, most vulnerable moments. The only thing worse than grief itself is the present moment when it hasn’t consumed you yet, but it’s in the shadows, waiting for the inevitable, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It always starts as a low hum until I can eventually decipher the words she’s thinking....
On the window ledge.
Vibrant daffodils sway gently on the spring breeze. Mirthful laughter rises from the courtyard nearby. I sit on a sculpted bench, knees pulled to my chest, bare toes curling around the cold stone. The sun warms my pale skin, I haven’t felt this warmth in so long. I should be happy. But I don’t remember how. Fluffy clouds dance carelessly across the clear azure sky. The breeze, soft and delicate like the etiquette of fine ladies, tugs at my golden hair. I grimace, swiping at the strands caught on my lip in annoyance.“43!”I hear a voice calling my number. A number, that is all I am. At least to ...
THE BEE STING
I am a river in India and come from the snows of the Himalayas. From such a meagre start! And so the sages have rightly said three things not to be asked about: The origin of the river, the past of a saint and the background of a woman. I have flown down eternally undisturbed by thousands bathing in me, humans and beasts drinking from me, ascetics meditating on banks beside me, minstrels singing and dancing in pine ecstasy on the shore, archealogists studying my flow and sampling my water to establish my history, bandits hiding in forests through which I flow, muwww.onedoor.ccsicians composing music on the ...