The Loneliest Journey_Romance is Dead_Hello, Darling_The Unknown
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The Loneliest Journey
The sun disappears within the canopy of leaves above me, the gentle sway of the branches a betrayal of what lies ahead. I drudge on with feet as heavy as lead, as countless people before me have done. I have heard that most people can make it through the darkest part of this wood and come out the other side.Most.Others are not so lucky, succumbing to the dark, foreboding loneliness, losing themselves along the way. If this were a journey of choice, then it would be chosen by no one. But I have no choice but to press forward. If I stop, then the darkness that haunts me will most certainly consu...
Romance is Dead
Let me tell you a love story.Once upon a time, there existed a very, very sad ghost. Well, to be fair, being dead doesn’t leave much room for happiness. Most humans - the living ones - don’t even remotely sense the presence of ghosts. The life of the ghost can be a harrowing, lonely existence as a result. But overall, it makes life (if you can even call it a “life”) easier and unperturbed by agonizing camaraderie. ---Modern horror movies tend to emphasize the version of the “ghost” that is vengeful and bound to the area where they lived before Death plwww.onedoor.ccucked them from the earth like a child w...
Hello, Darling
She stared at the man with tears in his eyes. He approached her slowly. “Genna?” He asked in a whisper. She nodded. He took her hands. “Do you know who I am?” She looked into the man’s familiar face. Of course, she knew who he was. They had spent over two decades together. He was Neil, the love of Genna's life. “Hello, darling.”~ ~ ~ “Aren’t you going to wear the earrings?” Neil asked gently. He was getting dressed to play a round of golf with his buddies. A radio blasted music in the background. “Oh, right.” She put on a dangly pair of multicolored...
The Unknown
“Hey Vik, you sure you’re not imaginin..?”“Shhh…keep it down will ya? “Look I know what I saw, OK?” Noticing the desperation in my voice, Lukie raises his hand to calm me down. We slide behind a couple of large crates on the west end of the warehouse with a good line of sight. “Lukie, I need you to get this.” “What I saw yesterday was real, as real as my name is Viktor,” pointing to my ID tag ‘Viktor Bakowski’, “…not some sci-fi illusion thing, you thought I saw.”“OK, OK, keep your shirt on, Vi….”“Keep up, keep up! Station 4 and 12!” That’s the familiar bark of Supervisor Smith, or ‘Super’ as ...