200,000 A Year_My First Choice_Night Visitor_Mr Cinder

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200,000 A Year

My First Choice

Night Visitor

Mr Cinder

200,000 A Year

“I told you this was going to happen!”The only voice in the drab house shook the chandelier into a disco ball that lit up opposite the dark moss growing lazily on the torn walls. Chris was hunched over a magazine, appalled with a sense of sickness in his stomach. The sweat dripping down his 5 O’clock shadow chin resembled struggling kayakers that got off to a bad start. This issue resulted in a puddle of stress darkening the torso region of his sleeveless crewneck sweater. With one hand on the lifeless oven and the other grasping the journal for dear life, he spent the next minute frantically...nObone door

My First Choice

I distinctly remember them, their tall rectangwww.onedoor.ccular facades were greeting me like old friends, epic and brilliant in frame. My eyes followed their folding wooden layers that flowed down their sides like long winding rivers. Where was I? Why was I here? I couldn't remember, all I knew was that I was somewhere important, doing something important. My surroundings at that time escape me, it's not that there was nothing, but moreover that it's easier to remember nothing. Maybe I was in a white room, or a grey room? I can't remember, honestly, it could have been no room at all, the only thing that ...nObone door

Night Visitor

Night VisitorBy Merry Marcellino             Tap, tap, tap. My eyes flew open! Tap, tap, tap. Someone was tapping on my bedroom window. Maybe it was a tree branch. The oak tree overlooked my bedroom and sometimes stray branches would touch my window if the wind was strong enough. There was no balcony and the tree branches that reached my window were too thin to climb or hold a person’s weight.           Tap, tap, tap. That sounded too constant to be a tree. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, my mouth dry.  Keeping my eyes glued to the window, I waited for the tapping to begin aga...nObone door

Mr Cinder

Once upon a time in a land far far away there lived a man who was sought out far and wide for forging new words out of old stories.Pardon my french but this is utter garbage. Neither am I living "once upon a time", but right now, nor "far far away", actually I am just around the corner from your fancy publisher and I am not "sought out far and wide" by anybody.Well, yes, but this is an essay about an author who is famous for retelling our beloved fairy tales, so I thought...First mistake. you shouldn't think.Because I am a woman????Because you are a writer or want to be. Writers write.Yes, I k...nObone door