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The Hibernation
The HibernationIt was deep in the forest an area that few if any had ever entered. The trees were tall, majestic, the foliage was thick, apparently impenetrable. The snow that the sun could fire at had melted, but the white crystals that managed to fall out of the zone remained like a lump of grey cauliflower.Amid all of the changing face of nature was a hut almost totally unseen. In fact, if someone was foolhardy enough to try and break through the thick foliage of this particular area, they would probably miss it. The structure was clearly not in the open.A crow sat in the tree and waited ...
365 Morning and Night
I’ve got a question for you; A girl walks into a supply store asking for ten cans of red paint, six-packs of zip ties, four twelve-foot-long pieces of jute rope, two hammers, a large box of nails, duct tape, and a saw, what would you think? Would you question if you just witnessed a murderer collecting supplies for their next victim? Or maybe a sad housewife who’s ready to end her life and escape her ongoing routine? I bet the last thing you would ponder, is a young woman who is about to plan the best, most intricate, prank of the century. You won’t ever know my name. I’ve wiped every trace of...
Hand Soap
Paper, pencil, eraser.and hand sanitizer.Bags, keys, list.and mwww.onedoor.ccask.Eggs, apples, pork.and extra hand soap.After the pandemic began to slowly conquer the world forty-three years ago, life had changed drastically for those who survived the first wave. Adjusting as quickly as possible, the inhabitants of the planet were forced to cut off most forms of long-distance communication such as phones and computers, tablets and televisions. Even letters were hastily banned, as the virus spread through what seemed like everything. Everything except for the radio. So, with whatever was left of their shatte...
passionate about passion
My birthday is the last day in March, that's kind of a joke in itself I was definitely not planned for but almost born on the day that everyone's making jokes. Which you would think I was doing if in reality I wasn't and everything I'm about to tell you is the truth.Theres a world outside this world we don't know about, a magical place where the firefly's are the front doors to a secret magical existance between existances where your story does always come true.I was walking home on a warm august afternoon on the trail behind the river while the sun was setting. As I was nearing the bend close...