NDE and Me_The Maze_Open Ended Plane Ticket_The Twin Stray Cats
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NDE and Me
I still remember that feeling. It was like sledding, but flat on my back. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. I was so weak that nwww.onedoor.cco part of me would move, but I still felt the rolling, little bumps here and there. Excruciating pain raged through every fiber of my body, but I couldn't move or make a sound, not even a groan.Then I heard disjointed voices, "Stat," "rapid pulse, thready," "She's coming round." The rolling stopped. Someone pushed my eyelid open and aimed a blinding light at me. I wanted to close my eye or turn away, but I could do neither. Thankfully, that's all I remember. Was I...
The Maze
Which is worse? I wondered. I knelt on a hard stone path; my shaking hands held over a glowing fireorb. I wondered what I despised more, the frigid wind whipping through the maze’s hedge rows, or the dark gray clouds creeping across the white sky. “Why did I get myself into this dreadful position?” I asked aloud. Carron was supposed to be here, within the maze, searching for its center, for the great prize that only one could claim. How cunning and fortunate, I had thought myself in that moment when I handed him all of my worldly money, and he held out the cobalt glass shard, the key to open ...
Open Ended Plane Ticket
William was a geologist and had seen most of the great sites in Arizona. He booked a flight in first class, with an open return date. William picked Scotland for its natural beauty, excellent climate, and geological phenomena. He was looking forward to the long, relaxing plane ride.As more people arrived, he watched with interest as people of all nationalities came aboard. As he watched, he noticed a tall willowy blonde heading toward first class. He avoided letting their eyes meet. Finally, they were ready for takeoff; the stewardess showed them the safety protocols. The fastening seat belt ...
The Twin Stray Cats
If ever you hear a stray cat meowing at night, never, ever try to follow it. That sounded like a stern warning. But coming from my grandpa Nalo, you would never tell if it was one of his “in our time” stories or if he was being serious.We had learned to laugh off grandpa’s stories and warnings. That would make him awfully pissed off sometimes. And not just him. When my brother and I laughed about something, it would make anyone hate themselves for what they had said or done. And grandpa was not an exception.But we were kids then. Turned adults, we often joked about how often Mr. Nalo repeated ...