The Valley of Shadows_Familiar_When The Carnival Is Not_Waves
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The Valley of Shadows
The valley of shadowsAfter walking through a thick piney forest I discovered a rock wall with two doors. They were both enormous, the biggest doors I had ever seen. The door on the right was an oak wood door with flower vines and a green grass pathway. I loved this door it was so beautiful and made me very happy. The second door had a dirty and broken brick pathway. The door was a dark wood, almost black with a huge door knocker in the middle. It had big thorn vines grown around the door. This door made me feel sad and afraid. I stepped back and looked at the two doors and thought about which ...
Familiar
I gotta get out, I gotta get outThose were the words that rattled in my brain as the wave of people danced and chattered around me. A bwww.onedoor.ccall of noise that was exploding in my mind. Wierdly, I felt eyes bore into my back. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Where is Za? Wasn't she supposed to stay with me? Is that her?Flashing colors of yellow, purple, blue, and red swarmed around me. Unfamiliar faces flashed past me in a frenzy. Calm down. Calm down. Flowers littered the floor in various patterns. The smell of food wafted through the air. A child was crying somewhere. Where do I go? Desperate ...
When The Carnival Is Not
Cold raindrops propelled by the wind strike like nails to my face. Who in their right mind would visit the carnival with the wind howling its contempt at their existence. And it is in my right mind that I am not sure. But here I am, shivering, muddy, and wet, trying to figure out how I came to be here. The rain is prominent, but the sleet fights to make its presence known. A carnival. What kind of carnival is this? It flickers between every spike of rain⎯every blink of the eye; it lights up the night sky then disappears into darkness. The carousel. The Ferris wheel. The words Haunted House fla...
Waves
‘John, get me a beer!’ That was the last time I heard Andrew. The festival had been our collective idea, one final push to save our friendship: myself, Andrew, John and Dick. We had failed! Well, not right away but just as a meteor is speeding through the stratosphere towards its impending doom, rushing in a fiery stream to the point where it would disintegrate unequivocally, so we were rushing towards our separate futures. Brightly. Hungrily. Sadly. We were doomed and we knew it and somewhere deep down we felt relief about it. Our paths towards Gresit had been perse, myself and John by train ...