THE KILLED VERSION RISES_Candlelight_Dancing Killed Dimitri_I Want What You've Got
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THE KILLED VERSION RISES
Monday, 03/20/2023 as if coming out of a trance, eager to reconnect with sources and facts, diligently managed the cluttered Gmail inbox. Then one of those e-mails woke me up so rousingly that it lit the fuse for the powder barrel of the third and final act of my life.He invited me to an international competition of authors and offered me some prompts, among which the one that saddened me proposed that I retell an old story, from my point of view.It was presumably the coincidence of pine providence with my attention and I felt, then, the action of my heart's starter to the central engine of th...
Candlelight
“I can drink water too, you know,” Isla blurted. “You didn’t have to order me wine—” “Isla,” Will smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening, darkened by the shadows of the candlelight perched on the table between them. “It’s okay. You’ve always been willing to support me, and I appreciate it, but I’m not your burden anymore,” Will said. “I haven’t been for a while.” “It’s not a burden,” Isla shook her head, leaning into the table. Isla felt as though she was replaying a conversation, practicing for an old role she had spent years longing to fulfill. Only this time, the face she was l...
Dancing Killed Dimitri
Thick, tempestuous winds roll against a house from another age. The old, possibly Victorian-style mansion is lit with carriage lanterns and window candles. A young and tall woman walks up the gravel driveway with her blonde hair waving in the wind. She latches her hand around the metal knocker to announce her arrival. An older man dressed in white and black, presumably the butler, opens the door.“Welcome to the Caswell Estate. May I see your invitation?”Reaching into her cream-colored purse, the widow pulls out an envelope with a golden sticker that once sealed its flap. Extracting a letter ma...
I Want What You've Got
She was grateful that someone had stopped to see if she was alright. It was a dark and lonely road. If Anthony hadn’t said what he did at the cocktail party then she wouldn’t have stormed off, taking the car and not knowing how to get home from the country club. Whenever they went out together at night time he always drove. She newww.onedoor.ccver thought to look around and take in the surroundings. “I think it’s your battery” the other woman said to her “It’s happened to me before”. “Oh dear” she said anxiously “What should I do?” “Do you want to call someone?” Lydia thought of Anthony and his patronis...