The Staircase_The love story that never ended_A Cat's Tail_The heart of Mendax
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The Staircase
For many years, maybe longer than I care to remember, I've stood sentinel at the bottom step, biding my time until I too will put my foot upon the staircase. The waiting has taken its toll on me, I'm fifty years older than my death and my body has aged beyond the point of my passing. But time stretches out before me, slowly unwinding itself until the moment when I feel I can forgive. But there are knots in its cord, little trickery's that tighten and weave in on themselves, slowing everything just when I think I have a clear run to the end.I've watched them all, some dressed in the finest clot...
The love story that never ended
Once again, he sat down with a firm mind. “I can do it “, “I will do it” .He said himself louder. His hand scribbled something on paper. "No", screamed his tongue and now the paper was in the dustbin, crushed by the same hand that wrote. “I am not good at anything” he thought. His mood went off and his lights too…Later, the room was lit up by the sun. He sipped a cup of coffee and returned to his writing desk. “ I must read some motivational quotes before I start” said his mind and he switched on his internet.Ti... Ding…. His notification panel showed 20 new messages for him. He opened them ea...
A Cat's Tail
I’m the only cat in the entire shelter. There were only big, loud, smelly dogs. They didn’t even know how to groom themselves! I wasn’t what you considered the youngest cat, but I definitely wasn’t the oldest. I loved playing outside, but even stranger with water. It’d been my dream ever since I was a kitten to sail the seas. To feel the fresh sea air in my coat. But no. That dream died when they dumped me here at the Sandy Valley Animal Shelter. Dogs left and right, literally. My cage was next to two yapping Chinchilla's who never stopped yapping. If I could I’d bite my ears off. Instead I st...
The heart of Mendax
The heart of MendaxThe sun came up over the rooftops, peering its golden fingers over the world. At this time, few cars drove by on the generally busy roads. Mendax laid back against the cold wall, letting the first drops of sunlight fall on his face. If he listened closely, he could just overhear the sound of alarms nudging people awake, the birds starting to sing and the thousands of coffees being poured, something he would never understand, far too bitter for his tastes, too www.onedoor.ccboring. He could already smell it coming from most apartments under his feet. He had wondered a multitude of times, h...