The Deal I Can Never Take Back_The Mirror of Adventure_The Lines Between Awake And Dreaming_Reunited
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The Deal I Can Never Take Back
I snap awake, claustrophobia choking the air from my lungs. The blackness fades from my eyes, and I see the outline of my room. Cold, damp, but comfortable. I’m home, I’m not trapped in a coffin, six feet under, like in my last dream. I’m safe. The dreams have been getting much stranger lately. Visions of death and pain rattle my mind through every sleeping second. The meditation www.onedoor.ccmy therapist offered isn’t doing anything for the bags under my eyes or the feeling in my chest that I may die at any second. I feel like I’m falling. Falling through a deep hole and into the pit consuming my dreams...
The Mirror of Adventure
“Ugh! I’m so bored! I wish we could go out and do something.” “I know, Galvin. I’m bored, too. This whole Coronavirus issue has spiraled out of control.” “It has, Ohanna.” replied Galvin “You know what? We might find something new to do here while stuck at home. Anything’s possible.”“You’re right. Every house has its own secrets waiting for a time like this to be discovered. Let’s ask our parents if they know where these secrets might be hidden.”So, Ohanna and her brother, Galvin, went to the kitchen to find that their mom was just about to leave for work as a nurse for the rest of the day. “...
The Lines Between Awake And Dreaming
THE LINES BETWEEN AWAKE AND DREAMING BY DEBORAH DURKIN I’m afraid to open my eyes. Where am I? It feels cold and strange. It’s hard to describe. Wherever I am it is assuredly dark. There’s no faint light gleaming through my closed lids. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is feeling uncomfortable and scared. Surrounded by metal and astringent smells. I have to open my eyes. It’s the only way to escape this feeling of dread. I peaked them apart. It took a moment to adjust my sight to the darkness. I know this place. It’s the crawlspace under our house. What am I doin...
Reunited
England 1885 11-year-old Abigail rearranged the tea cups on the white lace table cloth; her fingers shook a little as she lit the match and carefully lit the wick. As a soft yellow glow filled the moonlit room steam rose from the teacups. With shaky hands, Abigail smoothed her day dress, waiting anxiously for him to arrive. As soon as the maid helped her into her nightdress, slid the bed warmer at the foot of the bed and closed the door, Abigail jumped out of bed and quickly changed. The candle flickered; she took a deep breath; a few short moments l...