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THE STORY BEHIND THE STORY
I couldwww.onedoor.cc not get that smell out of my nose. It was so strong that is started to make me gag. This seemed to be a bad omen and one that caused me to rethink what had happened just a month ago.It was the end of the day and spending a quiet night by myself without anyone telling me one more story of how miserable life was for them was what I needed. Candles were lit and my favorite tunes were playing in the background as I worked on my latest creative artistic endeavor. This is what I told myself to do to get into a better Zen moment, paint. Modern art was something I was exploring. Odd shapes, f...
Matches
The power went out. Again.Sally fumbled around for the matchbox on the counter and clumsily struck a match on the rough side of it. The little flickering light swallowed up most of her tiny dark apartment in a faint orange glow.Stupid power grid. What am I even paying taxes for?They said they shut the power off because of the snowstorms. Personally, Sally thought that the power company was just incompetent and couldn’t fix the lines fast enough, but saying that wasn’t going to help anything.They could’ve at least waited until I finished making my coffee. Gosh. She stood in front of the mirror ...
Rock And Roll Through Paper Walls
Sleep has never come easy to me. Insomnia is a gentle demon who whispers cruel nothings in my absent ears. When I close my eyes when the lights are off and there is no sunlight left in the sky to seep through my apartment window and remind me of how alone I am. Those are the times when my gentle demon invites his friend's anxiety and distraction to keep me and sleep far apart. Anxiety tickles my feet and releases spiders onto my body that crawl into my ears and swim through my veins. Anxiety reminds me of everything I spent every waking hour trying to forget, it tells me the harsh reality of ...
Magnolia
She knew the moment she stepped into the not-quite-dingy apartment that it was the one. It wasn’t perfect, by any means, but it had good bones as they say. No hint was given to the realtor as he guided her through the dusty space; she kept her face neutral and serious. Four weeks later, the papers were signed and the keys handed over. Finally, she could begin. Within a week she had a crew hired and following the plans she had carefully drafted over the last month. One thing not lacking was vision. She knew exactly what she wanted, and this time she had the resources to make it happen. In her...