Herself_A Man in a Box_From the Ashes comes a New Life_Fairy Tales
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Herself
It had been 24 years since she'd last seen it but the place looked exactly the same. Mirrors cornered her, boxed her into her greatest nightmare. Eden spun around and the world turned into a kaleidoscope, fragments of crooked noses and asymmetrical jaws flew past her. As if she was spinning on a roundabout, it went faster and faster until the world turned into a sheet of brown; angles entangled together.Her head started spinning, so fast she couldn't keep control. Her mind was a canvas of black. She didn't want to open her eyes, to let the nightmare cloud her vision once again. To see the face...
A Man in a Box
I am a king in a castle, I shine like the sun. It seems that everything I do succeeds.I saw a man in a box. That’s not just a clever introduction; I saw an actual man in an actual box! Cardboard and all! He was just sitting in a box on the corner of an intersection. You might be thinking that he’s a beggar, but he had no sign. You might think it was just a joke, but he was there that whole week. Every time I drove by, there he was. Just him and his box, smiling at all the cars stopped at the intersection.I wanted to know what was going through his head. I was especially curious what he was thi...
From the Ashes comes a New Life
The fire alarm buzzes at an increasing rate at 3 a.m. Sunday. Janneke throws a coat around her shoulders, scrambling from their room, closely following the rest of the guests hustling down the seven flights of metal steps. Sobbing and wailing from small children echoing as everyone descends the steps to the main floor. Janneke’s jaw aches, droplets of sweat start to sting her eyes, fingers clutching the smooth railing to keep her from tumbling into the person in front. A man behind Janneke lost his balance, fell headlong into the back of her creating a chain reaction. Janneke’s foot slips,...
Fairy Tales
‘We love your stories, Uncle Zak, please tell us another one.’The three youngsters were sitting cross-legged in a semicircle around his chair. They were in his sitting room and the sun was shining through the open french windows. He’d been on his own for almost five years, ever since his wife had died, and the visits from his family were precious to him. Closing the book he’d been reading from, he said. ‘Sorry kids but I have to finish a story I’m writing and I have a deadline to meet.’ There was a murmur of dissent from the children but they accepted his words, stood up, and shuffled out into...