Cabin Boy_Christmas Sweater_A Well Thought Escape_Harmonic Nebula
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Cabin Boy
“Capt'n losin’ his marbles,” I heard the First Mate, Andras, say from outside the door. I didn’t mean to be eavesdropping, I was only delivering a message. I paused outside the door, waiting to hear what the Quartermaster would say. After all, these are his chambers.I was surprised when another voice that I www.onedoor.ccrecognized came through, the Carpenter, Mase. “Aye, he be. Best nah to speak o’ it.” Realizing how suspicious I would look if someone found me standing outside of the door, I knocked.“Enter,” Quartermaster Kalin said. I opened the door and stepped up to where he sat at his desk. The other t...
Christmas Sweater
As I watched the snowfall on the ground, I reflected on some of my previous Christmases. Most were spent with people I barely knew since I'm in foster care. I have been in the system since I was three. Both of my parents died in a car accident, and I didn't have any other family besides them. My whole life has consisted of hopping from family to family. I don't mind, though; I don't need a family. I am perfectly fine on my own, and I have been for the past thirteen years. Last year's Christmas was a disaster. My foster dad slapped me across my face for dropping some swear words in front of the...
A Well Thought Escape
“Ariana, please listen to me.”I shoved past her, grabbing the neat pile of shirts from my desk before shoving them in my bag. It was quickly getting full and I eyed the neon suitcase that sat on the top shelf of my closet. My mother was quick to follow my gaze. “Absolutely not,” She said with a strict finality in her tone, stepping in front of the closet to block my access to the suitcase. “The fact that you still think this is happening is insane. So, sit your ass down and start unpacking.”I paused, considering. Clearly, the idea that she would just give up on stopping me from going away was ...
Harmonic Nebula
Harmonic NebulaThe cool blue blanket full of endless mysteries cocooned his body in such a way that made him feel vulnerable yet shielded from whatever it was that was outside of the water. There were only a few seconds left before he had to resurface for that irksome life source that every human needs; oxygen. He often fantasized how much more tranquil his life would be if he was able to spend more time submerged in this film-like space that made him feel so serene. He never bothered with scuba gear or any other conventional method of snorkeling, finding it to be inhibiting the harmonious ter...