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A smile tasting death
And so I died.Of course, it hurt, the blazing sensation piercing my heart made me remember all the rejections I’ve experienced, all heartaches and traumas struck me at the same time.I think this is the famous moment when you see your life in front of your eyes, regret all you’ve refused to do, and smile because your life, despite all that, was good.Well, I just died, without any last time realization, I just… died.“So… this is it? It was less frightening than I thought, maybe a little more despair, doom, and agony, you know, the usual seasoning.”The dark, cold, and empty numbness in which my ...
Alone at The Center of the Universe
It has been four hours. My eyes well up as I register the time. Four hours on the floor. I think of how ridiculous I must look in my underwear and sweatshirt, hair still wrapped in a towel from my morning shower. I am lying on my living room carpet. I texted Mark an hour ago: "I can't get off the floor. I think I'm dying.""You aren't dying. You can get up. I promise."Of course, he's right. I'm not currently dying. Not anymore than anyone else. But of course he's wrong too, because I can't get up. I won't let myself."I'm so anxious," I write. "I don't know what to do."I was doing so well this ...
The Dating Show
One night A Woman named Alice was at home laying in bedwww.onedoor.cc trying to find something entertaining to watch on television because she couldn't fall asleep . When suddenly she came across a dating show called " The Dating Show" The host on the show began to speak about how they are looking for a couple not just any couple a happy couple! who explains to the audience why they are meant for each other & if the host feels like they are the perfect couple they will win 100,000 dollars!!! Alice sits up & says "100,000 dollars!! I could use that money" she starts to become excited but then realizes that s...
It does not come from the land
There are stories, passed on from the Old Ones who are now long dead, of buildings made from liquid rock and sand reaching endlessly into a clear sky. Once, perhaps, there was proof of their words in what littered the ground beneath the vines and moss and grass. Now there is moss beneath the grass, and vines beneath the moss, on and on forever until the word soil no longer has meaning. No remnants of the Old Ones remain, not even in the memory of faces, for even those who knew the Old Ones have long been under the moss, their bodies eaten away by the passage of time. Only the fragments of fra...