Black Fedora_Avarice_The Ballads of the Wind_The Crooked Hotel
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Black Fedora
The mirror was hung on a wall in the airport frequent flyer lounge. It appeared suddenly, like someone just found it in the back room and decided to hang it. Before that, the space on the wall where it hangs was just empty. I have no idea how the mirror got there, but I can tell you it doesn’t belong. The airline has a standard décor for their airline lounges, and it does not include a mirror. If you go to enough of them in different cities, you start to notice that it’s www.onedoor.ccthe same photographs hanging on the wall and the same type of furniture on the floor. Even the employees look alike, bu...
Avarice
“Why do you hoard?” “Why do you waste?” The echoes of these rasping growling horrendously pointed questions roll round and round in my head. My chest hurts from the weight of it all. The pushing and the heaving and the howling! Will it ever end? “Why do you hoard?” “Why do you waste?” It’s all too much to bear. And yet the boulders roll on and on and on... **** Time, rather, the passing of it; is an illusion. We feel it in life; with every breath we take into our lungs-we consume it. We breathe in and out with greed, ravenous for more and blind to the consequences of it passing. God knows I wa...
The Ballads of the Wind
The ground shakes but not in a pretentious way. She isn't bitter; she's not mad at any one person. There is no need to feel angry when you are already dying. What's the point? Ending your time while thinking of the last person that hurt you. The ego that gives them, even if they're dying too. Her demeanor is soft, but her builders are vicious. The ocean, the land, the rivers, the sand. All break their silence, and in doing so, hurt each other. She'll watch as her creations tear it all apart. Nothing we could do, "where would we even start?"Nothing can be done when no one wants to change. Noth...
The Crooked Hotel
Where can you go to get cotton candy straight off a tree? The same place where you can fly, breathe underwater, and have conversations with mutant fish. Your dreams. Or at least, Keely Branshaw’s dreams. She was always a unique child with a vivid imagination, and she had a flair for being dramatic that made recess quite the experience for the other children. She never failed to make up a good story, whether it was racing polar bears across the tundra or taking a hippocampus (at the time, she just called it a water horse) deep under the sea. She never failed to be the most interesting child on...