Sunset Restitution: Egg Hunt_The Girl with the Fox Mask_It Feels Like Home_Xkeap
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Sunset Restitution: Egg Hunt
Dawn approached the desert differently that morning. In some ways, the deviation was barely noticeable; light still crested the horizon, sending gold spreading over cool sand like an infection. Plants that had been on the land for decades slowly began coming to life, while habitual early-risers waited patiently for the day’s first breath to warm their faces. The sky, ever consistent in its inconsistency, still held the same fading constellations from the night before. In all the ways it didn’t matter, the desert awoke as it always did. The peace didn’t last past daybreak. A scream is what d...
The Girl with the Fox Mask
Collin dropped his sword and turned his back on the beast. The monster wasn’t a monster and he wasn’t a knight. His imagination had run away with him again. He was an errand boy for a woman too lazy to retrieve her own eggs, and the beast was just a disgruntled hen. He avoided the woman as he left. He avoided everyone. He just wanted to be alone, and he knew the perfect place. His secret fort. It may have been an old abandoned shack on the verge of collapse, but that didn’t matter to him. It kept him out of the cold and away from people. “You know, your imagination isn’t a bad thing.” Colli...
It Feels Like Home
There it was again. A flash of white light followed by three glowing colored lights. I experience this again and again. Strangely, it only happens in my bedroom just before I fall asleep. The recent global virus outbreak as resulted in a global lock-down. People, especially high-risk inpiduals, are to remain home except for getting grocwww.onedoor.cceries or medical reasons.I have a heart condition and have been home the last few weeks. Or, was it longer? It seems like I have been in my apartment forever. This is one reason why the flashing, glowing light show didn’t seem so unusual. Why you ask? Well, I li...
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I live my days alone. I walk the familiar streets of my home. I turn the corner and find my apartment. I head inside. I kick off my shoes and lay on my pull out couch exhausted from my long day at a dead end job with people I hate. The place where I will slave away till i am worked to death. I look towards the kitchen, but I have no strength to cook. I look at the phone but with no patience left.I close my eyes hungry the thin blanket exposing me to the cold. My heater hasn't worked in months and it's a especially frigid January. Somehow despite this I lull myself to sleep with my tears. How d...