One day_Riverman_Dear California_Bus Boozer
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One day
TW: death He opened his eyes with effort, obliged to wake up by the light of the early morning, which, seeping from every window, drew stipes on the floor of the cell. He didn’t complain about it though, in fact, he thanked that at least the light was allowed to visit him so the concept of time wasn’t entirely lost in his routine. He sat up and, once again, looked at the marks on the wall, counting over them and wondering if he had forgotten to engrave a line the day before. It didn’t matter though, it would just mean one less scratch in his tombstone. It wasn’t as if he was counting down, b...
Riverman
The Riverman had lived on the shores of the river all his life.He knew about the bird life that existed in the surrounding forests. How they mated and how they cared for and fed their young. He knew about the life cycle of the trout that his father had so loved to fish for.He could sit for hours and watch his father move his trout rod back and forth in the air and then gently let the line stretch across the water, tempting the trout to come after the flies that they had patiently tied the night before. Great discussion went into what the weather was going to be like tomorrow because that would...
Dear California
The room was full of useless objects: dusty and scabrous racks, secular books with modern covers, a rotten apple at the varnished table, an unsorted pile of papers. The air was slowly flowing from one corner to another, marking every drop of wine on the floor. The setting sun was radiographing through the bobbinet, leaving thin stripes of light on everything she has once touched.The woman took the envelope out of the box, smoothed the small mark in the right top corner with her red nails, and smiled faintly.She hasn’t been reading them for several years now. New, coming scrolls she left untouc...
Bus Boozer
The bus was several minutes late as usual, which frustrated Anna greatly as she was tired from a stressful day at work. As soon as the doors opened, she jumped on board, swiped her farecard, and took the first seat she saw that was not occupied. Pressing her body against the smooth cold window, she fumbled through her phone and whipped out her earphones for some music to accompany her on the ride home.There were not many other passengers with her, even as the bus took its tour through the bustling downtown. Annawww.onedoor.cc took a gander of the vehicle she sat in and only saw a few other inpiduals scatter...