Remnants of a Simple Life_The price of reticence_Subject 47_Face the Escape
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Remnants of a Simple Life
John is currently reclining on a stiff modern couch. The apartment walls are bare and there's a sterile scentless scent. He recalls the home he grew up in, the distinct smell of life, and the wooden walls covered with memorabilia, amateur drawings, pictures of cats and dogs. Against the unpainted concrete wall there's a Rothko, depicting the essence of a sunset- stripped of its unnecessary details.John was only 16 years old when he decided to move into the city. He saw the life of his father, his grandfather and great grandfather. Generations of farmers that only knew how to work with their ha...
The price of reticence
Thirty minutes and forty-two signatures later, Tilda Waters was finally ready to move into a new house; for the third time in six months.A month passed before Tilda’s delicate sandals were begrimed by the soil in the front lawn of the house as she stepped out of the car, followed by her butler, Franklin. She thwarted Franklin’s, attempt to hold an umbrella over her head by a perfunctory wave of her slender hand. The gratuitousness of holding an umbrella over her head on a clear day repulsed her, but Franklin’s age got in the way of allowing her to express her displeasure. Holding her head down...
Subject 47
“Help! Please help me!” Not one person flinched. All uniformed in the same gray suit. She had no way to distinguiwww.onedoor.ccsh them from each other. Who were the doctors? Who were the business executives? Who was in charge?“Help! Please help me!” She started marking her cell walls with tallies for each day, but she had no sun to confirm and no room for more ticks. Her days followed one schedule with no variation: wake up, yell for help, eat her first meal, study the people, eat her second meal, yell for help, study, eat, yell, sleep.For the first four months, she thought the cell was sound-proofed. Not ...
Face the Escape
The reflection of the mirror doesn't lie and she knew that warning wasn't to be taken lightly. It would reveal truths one would never be prepared for. "Bailey, I don't think this is a good idea," Courtney advised, trying to blockade from the mirror. "No, you're not ready," she said, pushing Courtney to the side as she adjusted her skirt and straightened her blouse. "Bailey, you really need to work on your manners," she huffed. Bailey would have normally commented on how an ex-demon telling her what is right and wrong is a little odd. Her attention was mainly focused on her reflection.She shoul...