Art_The Dry leaf_The Mole Has Turned_In the Market for Some Lovin'
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Art
Anton pushed the cold handle and the grey door opened with a www.onedoor.ccsqueak. Four students, spaced out two white tiles apart from desk to desk, turned their heads towards him. The buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead filled the brief silence before Anton finally spoke. ‘Is this the… uh, the stylised art classroom?’‘Stylised sample production classroom,’ a student in a white dress shirt said. ‘We don't learn art here.’ Everyone’s eyes fell back to their works in unison. Anton stood at the door for a while, unsure if they were expecting him or if he was intruding their class. But no one said anything...
The Dry leaf
The morning was as usual. Sparrows were chirping loudly from the nearby tree. Ana was brushing her teeth hastily as she woke up late. Her mother was busy cooking in kitchen. Her father and brother already left for their work. It's her sister and her only. She will drop her at her school on her way to college. "Mamma, what are you doing?" She gulped the milk left on table. Her sister was munching dry toast while sitting on table. Martha is opposite of anxious Ana. While Ana loves to hush in everything Martha is an expressive one.In few minutes, two sisters were driving on the road. The country ...
The Mole Has Turned
*Author’s Note: “The Mole Has Turned” is a standalone story, set in the same universe as my other Reedsy short-stories, with overlapping characters/events.*I was barely an adult the last time I saw a sunset, but this one had surpassed any genuine memories left in my mind. It was so beautiful we’d watched it on a loop for the last hour. Troy had arranged for us to have the same shifts this week, so today we could both spend our free-time together. It had been my best day, even though I still hadn’t felt real daylight on my skin for years. Time in the contemplation room was precious. Troy had se...
In the Market for Some Lovin'
Arndt stepped off the Huroukian hover bus back into the dry, shiftless air of the desert planet and paused to stare at the marketplace before him. He’d been on-planet for two days already, either barricaded in his hotel room, blinds drawn with the AC blasting him full in the face, or lying like a thawing chicken cutlet beneath a beach umbrella, staring out at a placid ocean the same pink color as a digestive aid, and now he’d grown bored enough to venture out to see what else this seaside town might offer. He was unimpressed. The market was stretched out as one long, thin strip before him with...