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The Third-Floor Bedroom
The Third-Floor Bedroom 4/25/15It all began when someone left the window open, and in came www.onedoor.cca dove. Not just any dove: a magical dove. It came to heal all the people of the world, but it got stuck to a wall (how unlucky). “Ugh!” exclaimed the dove. “How could this happen to me? I am, well, a bird, but still. I’m magic. I can talk. I’m different, unlike these other ‘birds’ on the wall. They’re only images.”The dove squirmed, the dove squealed (which sounded shockingly human), but no help came, no means of escape formed. Its left wing, however, with the use of ...
Roommates
“Listen,” Charlie said quietly. A mere whisper. His head was bent to the floor. Focusing with such intensity that transformed his whole body. His eyes were squinted shut, his legs dangling to the rhythm of what seemed to explode from the floor beneath. His lips moved, trying to imitate what was being heard. He failed to carry a single note. The sound was loud enough yet it didn’t stir feelings of irritation or displeasure. Rather the opposite.If I was Charlie, I would do the same thing. I am not. I am Savanah. A woman whom I would say too uppity to be overtaken by the power of music. I sat t...
The poet
My friends love to make fun of me for this, but I'm different. No, I am not trying to be quirky or special or whatever; I am actually different. That was just a side note, to help prepare for what I am about to tell you. The second side note is that I HATE parties. I mean absolutely despise them. I have a no party rule. It's not like I'm antisocial, I just do not like them. I actually love going out, and being around people. Parties, not so much. My friends on the other hand.... Let's just say put booze and plastic cups in a room and they'll be there.Now, let's go on to the most embarrassing d...
The Lioness
The lioness sits amidst the shadows, unobserved. The tall, yellow grass passes over her head. She waits and watches, patiently picking out her prey. I took a sip of my martini, the familiar scent of alcohol wafted through the air. The scent of sweat and perfume, mixed with the booming music and flashing lights released adrenaline through my body. A good night for a hunt, I thought. I watch as he puts down his drink tentatively, as if unsure as to whether he should be drinking this much. I catch his eye and raise an eyebrow. A silent toast across the expanse of the bar and my glass is drained....