Then She Smiled At Me_Ellencole_Droplets of Rain_My Imaginary Childhood
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Then She Smiled At Me
I hadn’t played the drums in at least five years. I’d focused on my engineering career, which I was certain would take off. Subsequently, I took a job as a project manager with a company whose specialty was drone technology. And they’d promised me my career would take off, along with the drones.It wasn’t really clear to me the day I’d been invited to a holiday work party that I’d be given a chance on more than a career boost. If I’d known, I would have brought my drumsticks, and I’d have worn a better suit.It was 2020, and as everyone knows, COVID-19 had made a strong appearance, causing a lo...
Ellencole
Light - 9:00 am, nowThe heat of the summer sun seared through Cole’s body. He moved uneasily in his sleep trying to shield himself from the heat. Cole was vaguely aware of the sweat that was trickling down his forehead. He wiped it off and wondered if he ought to wake up. His body felt terribly exhausted, as though he had run a marathon the previous night. He decided to wake up anyway and opened his eyes slowly. Instead of his usual low hanging blue fan, all Cole was able to see was a wide, unending spectrum of light. “Whoa, who put the sun in the room today?” Cole wondered aloud, chuckling t...
Droplets of Rain
Walking alone in a lonely alleyway isn’t the safest way for a casual nineteen-year-old to spend her weekend. She should be at a party, hanging out with her friends, or watching a movie with a loved one. But this is the only shortcut to where I buried my heart. My sweetest and bitterest bittersweet childhood memories. My whole life was buried in the lone treehouse in the Merehill woods. The place where I made those bittersweet memories that I miss making so, so bad. No one spotted it, nor claimed it. So lonely it was. The path onwww.onedoor.cc which I was walking was blocked by a drop. A drop of water. More...
My Imaginary Childhood
I didn't know I was supposed to be afraid. I was being invited to play with the boys at the treehouse. I was "IN," and I wasn't about to turn that down. I asked if there was a ladder and one of them pointed to some boards nailed into the tree ascending up the trunk. They gestured that I was first, so up I went. One of the boards pulled out completely when I grabbed it, but I still kept going. When we reached the platform wedged between the tree trunks at the top, I noticed this rope stretched tight between the tree trunk and a pole at the bottom. In my adulthood, I know this to be a 45-degree ...