The start of the end of the world_After you,_Time Turned Forward_A God's Chariot is Change
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The start of the end of the world
It was a normal day, as long as you ignore the fact that it wasn’t. Let me just be perfectly clear, that this was not my fault. Yep, that’s me. No, not the vague figure that you're imagining now from the zero amount of information I’ve given you, and no, I’m not the heroic yet relatable main-character you’d www.onedoor.ccexpect either. I’m the one that’s currently, and quite poetically, hiding in the corner of a chicken den. Yeah, that’s the one. Okay, maybe the predicament I’m in is my fault. But nothing else! Let me clarify. It all started a few days ago. I woke up to the sounds of panic outside on the s...
After you,
It’s Tuesday again! Tuesday is my favourite day of the week. It’s not Monday, so I feel more awake and prepared for what is to come and it’s not Wednesday, the mid-week slog-day. On Tuesdays, I get the day off from work and on Tuesdays, I meet my best friend Stephanie for coffee. We go to the same coffee shop and always meet different people; some are kind and some are rude; some give me funny looks and some give me a strange, sad smile. Apart from the Barista, Jayden, he’s always there and he always smiles when he sees me. I always meet Stephanie on a public bench outside, and we enter togeth...
Time Turned Forward
After a long and boring day of high school, homework, and binge-watching some TV shows I was tired. Naturally, I got ready for bed and flopped down onto my mattress exhausted. How can monotony be so tiring? Before I nodded off I remembered that it was daylight savings time and I needed to wind my clock forward an hour. Although my watch and phone automatically synced to the new time, my grandfather’s old pocket watch needed to be wound. It had been stuck on what is right now the correct time for as long as I can remember because it was missing some gear but I got a new one from the pawnshop t...
A God's Chariot is Change
Atlas placed the unbearable weight on his shoulders on a white pillar, its large expanse still spun brilliantly. Exhaustion filled his body, this punishment seemed too much for one to bear. He stretched his large golden biceps, no one would notice if he took a short nap, maybe a few hundred years would do. Leaving his post meant he might receive a more brutal punishment, he didn’t care. He paused to look around, no other Gods were nearby. Atlas laid his massive body on his small cot, and fell asleep quickly. His loud snores attracted the ire of a lesser known god, son of nymph Clymene and sun...