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When there light bulbs went out
It all started on a Tuesday morning, I remember that day www.onedoor.ccso well. I remember how the sun was shining in the sky. It was so bright that you never would want to look up in the sky and how I felt like I was at peace all throughout the day. Now that I think about it I had never been in such peace before. I went to work just like I would every other day. I always hated all of the work and I had always hated it when I would find myself pulling all sorts of different projects together. That day was somehow different though I seemed to embrace the work that day rather than hating it like I usually di...
Invited
Write a story about someone being presented with a dilemma InvitedThe silence in the apartment was broken by the gentle ping of an email arriving. Evne glanced up from the keyboard just in time to see a new message slide into view at the corner of the computer. She read, and then reread the sender’s name and subject, OMG!!! The ‘sender’ was ‘Yrsa Olsen’ and the ‘subject’, ‘Invite: Svalbard Expedition 2025’. For a moment Evne was frozen in time, staring blankly at the message for what seemed like an eternity. Was it real, was her imagination playing tricks, if she blinked would the email disapp...
Whispers
The left or the right? It’s such a simple question. But in one hand there’s emptiness and in the other there’s a key, a key that could change everything.∞∞∞Life isn’t easy. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying to you. When I was only 6 years old, my dad and oldest brother went into Hemlock cave and never came out.Fittingly named for the poisonous ring of hemlock that grew all around, it always gave me shivers to look into the shadowy, crumbling entrance. Through my young eyes, it seemed alive. I could hear the dripping of moisture and shifting of rock that echoed in haunting symphonies and ...
Witching Hour in the Citadel
The creaking library doors were the only thing to wake her. Drea had sunk deep into the worn armchair in the stacks. Della had already shook her awake once already and she promised she was making her way to the entrance. Drea stood, and slung her worn messenger bag over her shoulder. She remembered sitting back down to pick up a dropped pen when her favorite Mozart concerto 21 started. She leaned back, got lost in the melody and awoke to the doors closing.Drea’s feet skidded over steps as she raced down the central staircase and across the marble atrium. Too late! She watched the head libraria...