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The sock drawer
It was the light that woke her up.Groaning, Ruby flung aside the bedding and covered her face with her hands.She fumbled out of bed and crossed the room to close the bedroom door to stop the light.The door was already shut.The top drawer of her chest of drawers was slightly ajar, and the brightness appeared to be tumbling out. Ruby sunk to her knees and crawled to the dresser. Eyes closed, she felt her way up to the open drawer, lightly banging her head as she did so. Clutching her scalp, eyes still closed, she opened the drawer more and reached in.She expected to find socks and the cold hard ...
Vega, A Story Of A Star
The stars were mocking her. There they were, twinkling their brightness every night for people to stare in awe, when the truth is that they’ve been dead for ages. Not Vega though. That’s her name, Vega- like the star much larger than the sun. And like some stars, Vega is dead. And unlike them, unseen.A ghost would be how living people call the likes of her. They were either seeking for revenge or just there to mess around. Scary or friendly- no scratch that, just scary. One would hope not to cross paths with them. As if they wouldn’t be someone in this state since death is an inevitability, Ve...
Parallel Pet
Isla recognised nothing around her. The terrain seemed familiar but at the same time wholly strange and foreign.The last thing Isla remember was the captain ordering warp speed, as they entered the wormhole, then everything went squiffy and now she was here. Alone. Looking around, Isla was baffled by the marked absence of debris and wreckage from the craft, that should have been present had the ship crashed. Maybe she was thrown from the ship during the descent.Checking that nothing was broken or dislocated, Isla stood upright. The atmosphere seemed oxygen-rich, as there was a large crack in h...
One Moment in Time
One Moment in TimeSuzanne MarshAfter a long day of antiquing in Bar Harbor, Maine I finally found a small antique shop thatI had never noticed before. It was a bit odd, the proprietress was dressed as if she were a Gibson girl. She welcomed me to her shop with a voice that could shatter glass. She asked if perhaps I would like to see a mirror that she had. She stated that the mirror was found washewww.onedoor.ccd up on shore. She had no clue as to where may have come from. I snatched it up immediately. Heading toward home, I began to wonder about this particular find. I decided that I would place on my dres...