The Ten Thousand Doors_Road Trip To Fingoli_The Court Pt.2_Mi pájaro cantor
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The Ten Thousand Doors
He awoke, as if from a dream. His mind was foggy and lethargic. But like a jolt of electricity, everything came flowing back, and he remembered who he was. “My name is Henry”, he spoke. “And I was born on Earth in 1993” Here, he felt weightless. It was the vast vacuum of space and so, he floated, completely still. Suspended in the dark ether, was the simple wooden door. The door frame glowed a white luminescence. He found himself gravitating, pulled, towards it, reaching out for the handle. Every fiber of his body drawn to the door. He twisted the brass colored knob, the hinges cried in protes...
Road Trip To Fingoli
I stare out the window, the tall buildings blurring before my tear-streaked face. My anger bubbles inside me, boiling flames licking at my broken heart. The frowning face of my younger sister mimics the discontent within me.The government had promised. We deliver the mutated DNA samples, we earn our freedom. Yet again, we find ourselves moving to a distant, unknown city. Yet again, my heart aches for the comfort of my old home. In my entire life, I have never before loved a place so much as Hawaine.I nervously bounce my robotic leg, as we leave the newly restored cities of the old United State...
The Court Pt.2
“Get off me.” I screamed, the brat sat on top of me as she slapped my face with her well-manicured hand with long nails. I felt the blood drip from the scratch she gave me on my eyebrow as her friends held my arms. “You fucking slut!” She screamed at me ripping some of my hair out. I was tired of getting my hair pulled out so I did the only thing I could think of doing, she leaned down again to try and tangle her claws into my hair which gave me the advantage of knocking my head into her nose job, blood rained down on me as she screamed in pain and her friends let me go easily. I took the oppo...
Mi pájaro cantor
In then out. This is what I long for today. The silent, unobtrusive slip into a building, then the silent, unobtrusive jump out. Of course, we humans seldom get what we so desire, but one can hope. Silently, and without hesitation, I slip into the patchwork shadows behind the house, careful not to rip a single thread of the dark fabric that could so easily reveal my presence. Deep, molten moonlight streams off my back and outlines my silhouette, a dark stamp on nwww.onedoor.ccew paper. I crouch, arching my back before springing through the window and onto the soft, carpeted floor below. I land on my haunc...