Together, we can do anything_The Extinction of Materiality_Designed to protect you_Grandpa Must Have
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Together, we can do anything
As I lie in bed, surrounded by darkness, I clamp his hand, I can’t see him, but I can feel his padded hands, his soft silky fur, his hard button eyes. I never feel safe without Paddy, he is my dark defender.Everynight, we lie together in my bed, with the duvet pulled up to our chins. It’s completely dark, except for the crack from the door being pushed to instead of closed, and my array of stars on the ceiling. They’ve started to peel, but that’s because I’ve had them since I was two, and I’m seven now.I used to imagine that we were up there, in space, among the stars, me and Paddy, in our ro...
The Extinction of Materiality
Today was yet another day filled with the monotony that is life. Awakening to the everlasting cawing of the crows outside his house, Wyatt arose from his elongated slumber to the stabbing light reflecting inwards from his window, immediately going over to shut the blinds, avoiding contact with the outside world at all costs, due to the distinct lack of anything it had given him throughout his depressing monologue of life for 24 years. Expectinwww.onedoor.ccg nothing but despondency, he began his daily doomscrolling through the news, upon performing this ritual; he acknowledged how unfortunately egregious re...
Designed to protect you
The door banged behind Sammuel as he entered the dark garage and walked to his car.“Who does she think she is?” he said under his breath, his thick, grey mustache holding his words back.As he approached the car — Rhonda — it unlocked its own door with a low click, sensing the proximity of its owner. The plastic smell of technology emanated from the insides of the car. Its slick navy blue reflected the streetlamps’ cold light showering inside through the garage door’s one-way mirror. The street was empty outside, a black canvas of nothingness covered the background beyond the other houses. The ...
Grandpa Must Have Smelt It.
Hidden behind the cart, Adam watched the door of the meeting hall. He wouldn’t dare enter, for he would be thrown out for being too young. Even worst; grandpa would see he was there. He could see the bar lights every time the door opened to let someone in. In the quiet of the night, he could hear the muffled voices of the people inside. The chill December Boston air would make anyone regret being outside at this hour. But Adam was determined to find out what grandpa was up to.Usually, Grandpa was an open book. He told stories of his voyages across the ocean. He spoke about how he crossed the N...