M + E_Golden Hour, Months Ago_Blue Skye_The Measure of Things
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M + E
She smeared the condensation on the window away, revealing a large field of dead grass with one scrawny tree in the middle. Stone gray clouds covered the sky, taking up all the space that they could. An occasional crow was heard somewhere in the distance. She stared out the window, eyes not revealing anything, then huffed at the glass. It fogged up immediately. "Marianne," a deep, familiar voice called out. Marianne turned her head to see her Uncle descending the stairs. His brown hair was pulled together at the back, his gray eyes were squinting in concentration as he tried not to pitch for...
Golden Hour, Months Ago
Outside, the air is full of water. It isn’t rain or fog. It isn’t mist either. It’s just water, water that can’t decide if it would rather fall to the ground or hang in the sky. Out the kitchen window is a mossy, hidden nook surrounded by sheltering trees. A rabbit huddles at the foot of one, though it can hardly be seen. Sunrise was a few moments ago, but it was a sunrise only for those above the clouds. What a glorious thing it was, too. Pity the poor earth-dwellers who missed it. In front of the small house, on the other side of the old white fence and gate, runs a street, one of the few...
Blue Skye
The stars. That’s where this all ends. Not just one or two, but an explosion of them. Mine is tiny and blue and white-hot, but it doesn’t burn. It’s refreshing. Cleansing, in a way. Like I’m being washed in a silver waterfall . . .I awoke in the dark. Moonlight filtered in through the open window. A breeze gently toyed with the bounded curtains. Two voices floated in from the other room, quiet but hostile. They were having another argument.“—I just don’t think it’s fair.”“Well nothing about any of this is fair, Noelle! Do you think that I wanted it to be this way? Any of it? But we’ve got...
The Measure of Things
The lights slowly began to dim as the tone signaling the start of the show rang throughout the theater. People filed into the seats just in time for the lights to completely go out. A wave of silence swept over the audience. The curtains opened slowly revealing the stage with three spotlights. On the left, an old man sat in a chair, a box placed as his feet. On the right, four children crouched around an identical box. No onewww.onedoor.cc moved, frozen as if the moment had been paused or captured by some realistic photograph. The third spotlight was empty. The clacking of heels rang, announcing the singula...