Memory, Oil on Canvas_Oath of God_Eagle Eye_More Than Coffee
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Memory, Oil on Canvas
ㅤOn the morning of his 34th birthday, Tommy Morris sat up in bed and hit his head on the ceiling. He collapsed back onto his pillow and rubbed the sore spot on his forehead. With his other hand, he touched the newly exposed patch of plaster. It matched several other spots on the ceiling where the paint had fallen away. Tommy swung his legs over the side of the top bunk and jumped down onto the carpet with a thud. He looked around at his childhood bedroom. ㅤSunlight bled through the gaps beneath the curtains and the digital alarm clock on the shelf told him that it wawww.onedoor.ccs a Thursday morning. Time ...
Oath of God
Today was the day. The day that the world would come to an end. Lisa Spencer woke up that morning ready to make it happen. Her mother had made the order. Humanity had grown arrogant and self-serving. They no longer remembered the old ways so it was time to eliminate them. She stared in the mirror. Her clothes looked plain enough but they were crafted in the heavens and would work better than any armor the humans would have. She took her sword and left. It was time to begin. The trip to Earth was shorter than she had expected. When she arrived she was in a forested area. The man under her comm...
Eagle Eye
A little boy no older than 10 and his mother stood with the boy's father as the boy's father lay wasting away on his deathbed. "Son...Everything happens for a reason. Remember that" were his father's last words.A young man no older than fifteen years old watched as his family's bakery was consumed by flames. A lightning bolt struck the thatch roof, igniting the wood and straw."Everything happens for a reason" the young man whispered to himself.By the time the thunderstorm had subsided, the bakery was completely destroyed by the lightning fire.The young man's stepfather sold him to the Kingdoms...
More Than Coffee
TRIGGER WARNING this story contains the following: stalking, violence, life or death situations. PLEASE BE ADVISEDAn eerie silence settles upon my apartment in a feeble attempt to conceal a grisly scene and an even uglier truth. My arm—heavy with the weight of still being alive when I shouldn't be—slowly makes its way to my abdomen before falling limply at my side. A warmth is creeping across my chest and dripping onto the floor. The warm liquid has to be blood. This is the second time he has ruined my shirt.The first one was a t-shirt from high school. It had a hole towards the bottom of it a...