Pressure Release_THE WINDOW'S EYE_Goldfish_All About Timing
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Pressure Release
Charlie woke up with a start. She sat up on the couch and looked at the kitchen, the source of the sound. “Holy crap!” she shouted. The kitchen was covered in lemon basil chicken. And glass. “Wha-?” she asked, trying to figure out the source of the glass.Oh, right, the window. The pressure cooker’s lid had gone clear through the window, shattering it all over her kitchen and dining room. And probably the street below. She really hoped that no one had been under that. And a morbid part of her wondered just how far the lid had traveled.But now was not the time for that. She had more pressing co...
THE WINDOW'S EYE
THE WINDOW’S EYE “What is that interminable blue line called”- told by an undisclosed rough voice with stupendous astonishment being immersed in it of a 24 years old boy with a shake- stubborn mitt pointing towards the infinity. A staggering tone surpassed the bumpy voice in a fraction of seconds and uttered gleefully- “it is the sky”. Then again ruthlessly that unwanted voice is saying –“how big it is!” It is covering an exaggeratedly large number of houses.” Again that happy voice whispered –“Yes it is so”. But that dulcet conversation was standing as a ravaging introvert and again and agai...
Goldfish
The seawater rippled as the two children watched, they stared and pointed at a fish, arguing if it was yellow or gold. The water rippled and the spot swirled like a whirl-wind and they couldn’t see the fish again.The fish traveled down the water until it reached a small opening like a crack and slip into it, entering deep into the palace of the sea, past the gatekeepers who were drinking away. The ripple in the water awakened the King of the East Sea from his slumber. The water scepter was lighting up and it turned in the direction of the statue of the seven-horn fish. He jumped up from his be...
All About Timing
The sun was shining and the streets were busy. Pedestrians weavedwww.onedoor.cc in and out of the traffic, calling to friends and family as they went. The occasional car horn went off, but in the heat there was no malice to it. No one was in a hurry, not when there was so much sun to enjoy on this glorious summer Saturday.Sat at a table outside the café Levy swirled his cup of coffee round as he watched. Everyone else was drinking iced beverages, yet Levy still had a hot one. Even in this heat he felt a chill in his bones, the chill of his old age. It was one of the only signs of his age; his face was still...