Sanctity of the Mind_Heart Song_Never Mind_Those Lightning Eyes
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Sanctity of the Mind
Feeling nothing but disdain, Orym plastered what he hoped was his best smile on to his face and spread his arms wide.“Welcome to the Orym Oracle experience. Please, take a seat” he said.A twinge of guilt made itself known as the frail, old lady lowered herself gently into the cushioned chair opposite, being helped down by a weathered looking man maybe thirty years her junior. He brushed it away with a practiced air, using his mind as the perfected tool he knew it to be. Grief emanated from the pair ahead of him, but most who came to him had lost someone along the way, so he tuned it out of the...
Heart Song
CW: mention of deathHeartSong Marci’s pulse hammers in her throat — WHOOMPwhoomp! WHOOMPwhoomp! WHOOMPwhoomp! — so fervently that it’s painful. After one sharp intake, her breath catches in her throat so she can’t speak. Can’t swallow.Her knuckles are white, one hand gripping Aaron’s and the other clenched on her lap. Had they heard correctly?Distantly, through layers of cotton batting in her head, Aaron’s question filters.“She - she has… what?” His voice is hoarse, ragged.Dr. Greenberg repeats, gently, what they hoped they hadn’t heard.❤️
Never Mind
He writes.That is all there is to it.There is nothing else.There has been nothing since the entire planet closed their doors on the world and hid from the angel of death. No one told him that he had to sacrifice a lamb and mark his door so that the angel would pass them by. He did not know, so he did not act. His ignorance was the angel of death.Life is a big, dark joke and he is living in the punchline. The angel of death played a prank on him. It wasn’t the pandemic that took Leo, his little lion. Not directly anyway. Whenwww.onedoor.cc the angel touched Leo as he slept peacefully in the next room dreamin...
Those Lightning Eyes
It’s 8:44 PM and pitch black outside. Not even the moonlight is shining through my office window tonight. The missing moon makes this room seem even darker than usual. The only light I have is coming from a lamp sitting in the corner, but it’s only bright enough to see the door and a calendar hanging on the wall. Across from the door, is me, sitting at my desk staring wide-eyed at that dangling calendar… trying to process what just happened. My managers just left my office about ten minutes ago. I'm getting transferred in a week, “the plane leaves at 9:00 AM Monday,” was the last thing they sa...