A Great and Precious Thing_Escapees_The Chance_Prophecy of Old
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A Great and Precious Thing
The world is filled with absolutes, though humans tried to deny it. So much of the human experience was already made up of relatives that they wanted everything to be flexible, malleable, open fwww.onedoor.ccor negation. Truths could always be spun, perspectives changed, feelings reframed. But there are certain things that do not slide on a scale, aren’t open to interpretation and can’t be argued away. Time. Math. Life. Death. From up here, I see the entire globe. A small, blue marble. All alone in the dark. Half-dead. There’s no such thing. Life either is or isn’t. At least, that’s what I used to think. Th...
Escapees
There was the screech of tires on pavement, a heavy thud, and the hasty opening of a car door. Out of the car lumbered a man wearing black shoes, white pants, and a white shirt--which make his pale skin look rather gastly, and left his black eyes (when they weren’t hidden behind an bird’s nest of greasy brown hair) to stick out like coals in a snowman. And it was those coal black eyes that the second man--the one that had been the source of the heavy thud--first saw upon awakening. Either the second man didn’t like being hit with a car, had a nightmare during the few seconds he was asleep, or ...
The Chance
It was the summer of 2045 and it had been exactly 502 days since every human on earth had died from a disease that had been unknown by previous generations. Almost all the buildings had been warn down or destroyed. I had been living in a tint on the bare grounds of Oklahoma since it happened. I had a pretty good setup I was not to far from a store so I had all the supplies I needed to survive. The only reason I lived through the disease outrage is because I went into hiding underground for a long period of time.It was a cold and windy night tonight, all the trees had been making loud rustling ...
Prophecy of Old
The rope chafed against Ezette’s hands as she slid down, leaving poppy-red and bone-white marks across her palms. She wasn’t holding the rough rope correctly, immersed in a particularly wonderful daydream involving lemoncream pastries and blackberry cider. The ground rushed up to meet her feet. She landed a bit sloppily, her knees buckling under her. Dark obsidian spires towered over them, holding the cavern aloft. A dim sconce sputtered to life. Ruelle’s face was surrounded by an orange glow. At the end of the cavern lay a dark mantle adorned by rocks and dust. “There it is,” Ruelle whispered...