Sailing -- The Happy Fits_Apocalypse Party_My dreams_Our Snow Resort
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Sailing -- The Happy Fits
He is a drop of sunlight in a clear glass bottle. A photoshoot in a field of lavender. An aesthetic. As I sit at my weatherworn desk, I poke a hole in my dam of emotions. He is a friendly phantom, existing only in the quiet space between. He is a heated blanket in the dead of winter. He is a song that lingers at the edge of memory until you listen to it. It leaks out little by little as my pen moves across the page. . . . I was only there for a book. Courtney Stevens demanded my attention and I wilfully agreed to give it to her. I know I should have graduated to harder books, but these were my...
Apocalypse Party
The flowers were grown secretly in tanning beds issued by the Collection, meant to be used strictly for growing useful vegetation, carrots and potatoes, plants with medicinal purposes. They cost a small fortune. Still, Mira knew it was vital to show strength at the dinner, and what was strength in their small corner of the atomic world, holed up inside the Imperium Hotel Tokyo, if not the illusion of surplus. Mira brought the chrysanthemums from beneath her coat carefully, as if they, like the rest of the world, would turn to soot. Bethany’s eyes went wide at the sight of them.“Come on, then,”...
My dreams
A deep sigh hit the air, Mason folded his arms and looked up to see the wooden restaurant sign that read Brook buffet. His arm slowly on cross before he pushed open the door and trailed inside to hear the chatter, laughing and the occasional tink from a fork hitting the plate he grew up with. He scratched the back of his head before making his way to the counter, he sat and waved tirelessly at the serving hatch, a smile etched across his face "Hey mom." He said. "Mason?" She asked. She walked out the door gaping and smiling, she leaned over the counter to embrace her son. "Why are you here?" "...
Our Snow Resort
"It will all be over soon." the voice said as I awoke from my dream. I was overcome with despair at the realisation that I was still in this cabin. I got up and pulled my jacket around me tightly. I glanced out the window and saw a hint of white. I stopped, realising what I had seen. I turned around and ran towards the window. Snow. The last thing I needed was snow. I ran down the stairs, tripping on the lastwww.onedoor.cc step. I needed to wakeup, I had things to do. I brushed myself off and walked over to the fireplace. Three blocks of wood left. "This is my life now," I muttered. I walked into the kitche...