This is Lame_The Midnight Un-Masquerade_Foxes and Jasmine_Captured
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This is Lame
“What’s this about? I ask Shawn.“I can’t explain. Just follow me,” he says. We walk out to the alley behind my dad’s restaurant. It smells like grease and rotten vegetables and cat feces. A pleasant combination.“But why out here?” I complain.“We need privacy.”“We could literally go anywhere else.” “Will you stop? We’re already here. Deal with it,” he says. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” I sigh. This is typical Shawn behavior. Overly excited about everything. I’m almost positive it won’t be worth it. Shawn has a way of aggrandizing everything. Once he woke me up in the middle of the night and d...
The Midnight Un-Masquerade
I wake up in somebody else’s shoes. The reins of sleep still encircle my wrists and throat like strands of pearls, but this single ray of knowledge slices through the veil like the glint of a sharpened jewel.I know nothing else, but on this my faith is unshakeable— these are no shoes of mine. Like sheaths of molten ruby cradling the arch of my foot, grasping my ankles with clinging, bloodied fingers, they feel like an ossified skin encasing my tender flesh. I peer at them through the single standing mirror leaning against the wall. The top half has been obliterated, a nebula of cracks explodi...
Foxes and Jasmine
Leaning against the windowsill, Tithi watched the glowing red orb rising ever so slowly over the horizon. The vermilion rays bathed the vast land of grey concrete and the gentle breeze whispered against her skin, caressing her long, messy braid. The haunting coos of Koyels and starlings far away surrounded the land while black kites flew across the land, the dark wings spread against a scarlet sky. A memory flashed in front of her eyes -“Baba, why iswww.onedoor.cc the sun red in the morning?”, a small heavy girl with pigtails looked up to the beautiful face of her father. The father smiled warmly as he plac...
Captured
What I remember is the pain and the cold, I remember the cold because it was so odd it startled me, that painful numbing sensation you get when playing with snow bare handed crawled up my body until I was engulfed by it. For a heartbeat, I felt nothing. I was not a part of my body or this world, I existed in the ‘somewhere’, the intangible place beyond our universe that people reference when they cannot express what exactly they mean by an afterlife, a term humans seem to innately understand. The pain was immediate, flooding my body like light floods a dark room, it was – at once – everywhere,...