The Ravages of Time_Apples are Sweet_Life's Play_FINAL HOPE
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The Ravages of Time
The wind brought sheets of rain cascading across the earth, drenching everything which had been left exposed. The few unlucky people who had been caught outside on this cold late-fall Vermont night ran for cover, shielding themselves as best they could from the sudden onslaught of water from above. Windows were slammed shut, curtains drawn, and people sequestered themselves away for the long, stormy night.Amidst the rush to stay dry, one small, squat house on a secluded and lonely drive sat entirely still. The light shining through the curtains of the living room which faced out towards the st...
Apples are Sweet
The ground remained hidden under the multiplex shades of orange that shifted every now and then when the blowing wind meets it and sweeps it up taking it to places. The air felt chillier than usual on that morning but that never stopped her from taking a step in the world outside of her warm and fragrant cottage. She rarely enjoyed the cinnamon burning on the stove early morning, but she never complained. The morning felt special in a way every morning does to someone who is introduced to the subject for the first time. She took a footstep outside the cottage and stepped on the leaves covering...
Life's Play
It wasn't like any other day, Jenine was finally going to end her life today. She had been planning on a day for a long time, and today everything just broke, it broke apart so suddenly, so silently, so intensely that she finally wanted to give up, she finally decided to give up.Perhaps it was on impulse or maybe she had been broken for a long time now, she just wanted to leave, to rest a little.Jenin was alone at home, she had locked all doors, she was scared but there was no stopping her now, she had already poured her misery on herself.Her clothes reeked of gasoline, her hair stuck to her s...
FINAL HOPE
WARNING- HAS VOILENCE AND A LOT OF DEATHS. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN NOT HANDEL SUCH CONTENT. By the time I stepped outside the leaves are on fire. You might assume when I say “on fire” it means that they’re color between red, yellow, to describe autumn. Well allow me to burst your bubble.They’re literally on fire and that’s my fault. Sirens buzz and my legs sprain .I keep on racing through the trees that are to me a blur of red and yellow. One wrong move and I’m dead, if I don’t well I assume I’ll live a few minutes longer .I know what the risks were when I set them on flames but it was t...