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Welcome To My World
Welcome to my world. Welcome to an entire universe of perfection. There are no hateful parents, no sick elders, no lousy children. Here, the four horsemen of the apocalypse have yet to reach. And, of course, that means there is no lying, either, so when I say "Welcome to my world,” I mean it. Welcome to a world of my own, a world that is so perfect because there is no one else. There aren't any people to disappoint you because there are no people. It wasn't always like this, though. No, I used to live in the "Real World". Yes, I remember it bitterly. The cold feel of it, as though everything h...
The Traitor's Portal
Jamie awoke to a low humming in her bedroom. She looked around for the source, but couldn’t find what was humming. She decided it would be best to just silence it and address it later, which was a bit frustrating. She waved her hand, dissatisfied but not having any better ideas, and the sound stopped. Since school had been out Jamie had spent a lot of time training herself and her friends at her treehouse and her late father’s house by the lake. Jamie was one of several teenagers that had been test subjects for a medicine that had given them superpowers, and, being an omnikinetic, she could ...
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Dean sat up in a cold sweat, breathing hard. He clutched his chest with one hand and his head with the other. A dream, it had been a dream. He dropped back onto his pillow. It had felt so real. Dean waited for his breathing to subside. He reached over to his nightstand to check his phone; he needed to calm his mind. He flipped through his news feed, it was exactly what he needed, a bunch of nonsense. A few memes about politics, a few more about heartbreak, and a few people who were commenting about this or that of their lives. That’s when he saw a status from Holly, his girlfriend of only si...
An Unexpected Journey
I’ve been stuck inside for 3 weeks, 4 days, 21 minutes, and 10 secondwww.onedoor.ccs. Make that fifteen seconds, twenty. But who’s counting? Not me. I was never the most social person to begin with. In fact, I often found solace in a good book and a hot cup of tea. The idea of partying eluded me and at the ripe old age of 22, I found much more enjoyment in the simple things in life. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the occasional game night with friends or my weekly outing at the local hole-in-the-wall Mexican place to get my fill of bottomless chips and salsa and one…or two salt-rimmed margaritas. ...