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Eraveil
It started with an ordinary day, or at least that’s what I told myself. I can’t remember much of what happened before I saw it. The window in the woods. Sounds like a fairy tale I know, like any moment a magical creature is going to whisk me away to a tea party or I’ll stumble upon an empty cottage. But nothing like that happened. In fact it was quite anticlimactic. All that stuff you watch on tv where aliens or evil beings manifest their forms through a portal is just as it’s labelled - fiction. What I saw was… Well I suppose I should start at the beginning.As I hawww.onedoor.ccve said I don’t have a clear...
Fallen Angels
The cell was new when I came in. Empty except for the bed, desk, chair and bookshelf, all on different sides of the room. I remembered how they pushed me in, and locked the door shut behind me, not even bothering to remove the handcuffs around my wrists, pinning my arms behind me. I staggered over to the chair, and hit the handcuffs against its leg, breaking them way too easily. I scoffed and hung the handcuffs over the arm of the chair, and stared around the dungeon where I would spend the next hundred years.I sat on the chair, playing with the handcuffs hanging off the arm, when I heard a ba...
Dicy dance
I remember very well the day it happened. I can even see my friends’ wet smiling faces beaming with pleasure as we did the famous backstroke swimming routine. But the vivid images of how the day ended brings bile into my mouth. The mere images of what was left of what was supposed to be my left leg brings a cold shiver down my spine. But then … I digress, let me begin at the beginning. My childhood was far from serene and tranquil. It was porced from the rudiments and statutes of what is considered normal, pristine and innocent. It was nothing a normal child goes through in their journey towar...
It doesn't matter but matter suggests that...
It was the 1926th time the old man had tried this calculation in anticipation for a big astrophysics breakthrough. His was a life of constant trial and failure but never did he at anyone point yield to the fate of being destructed, he too like old men had lived his life like the albatross, full of wondering and wandering, and he hated sleep. His inspiration was driven by a charming young man, Nixon, a teenager physics genius full of vigor to learn to unlearn. Professor SamuelBest Sentt lay down his head on the edge of his office desk and there drawn into a lifeless slumber floated without wing...