A Novel Idea_THE MISSING PHONE_The Moonborn’s Touch_ 'Move on': Who are we without our memo
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A Novel Idea
The crackling of the logs in the fireplace was the only sound Laura could hear. And she was OK with that. Well, better than OK actually, because it was precisely what she’d wanted, the reason she’d rented this remote cabin for the week.Her only regret was that the bad weather had made it even more remote than she’d planned. The storm had taken the power lines down, so there was no electricity, phone, or Internet.She stared at her laptop on the coffee table, wondering whether she dare power it up. If she did, she’d be able to get a few hours’ work done, until the battery died. But then she migh...
THE MISSING PHONE
"I can't leave him behind o, who knows when he will be coming back home at night" I overheard my mum telling my dad "if he doesn't want to tag along, you mustn't force him. Besides, he is no longer a baby" smiling from ear to ear, feeling happy that my Dad considers my decision important, I went back to packing, making sure nothing of importance is left behind. Getting a glimpse of my phone, I realized it needed to be charged, I can't trust village electricity. I hurried off to the" barber next door" shop to charge my phone and power bank. Within a twinkle of any eye, I was back home to ...
The Moonborn’s Touch
Where I come from the water turns muddy when the sun hits the sky, Undrinkable for any living being and untouchable unless you want to lose a hand. Where I come from when the silver light of the moon hits the water it turns crystal, It returns into its freshnwww.onedoor.ccess and the water sits heavenly under the moonlight. The place where I come from there is a woman whose hair carries the silver of the moon, whispers at town dare say she was born from the moon's womb. She carries herself with glee and wherever she goes people welcome her with reverie, for not only does tales and mist surround her being, ...
'Move on': Who are we without our memories?
Memories are our brains memory card. Most of us, don't know how information gets stored there. We have data on there that we wished we could erase. Few of us wake up one day and realize our data is gone. Who are we? that's the real question. Who are we without those memories?The door opened to a beautiful creature with bright eyes."Beix?" asked the creature with shabby brown curls. Beix smiled. "Doko."Doko moved aside to let the creature fly in. "I didn't think you were going to make it.""I didn't think so too. You know how work gets...Sorry, I wasn't able to wrap it." Beix handed Doko a bottl...