The Watchful Eye_Hidden Creatures_A Train Story_The Fear of Living
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The Watchful Eye
Tevia took a deep gulp of air that filled her lungs and quieted her mind. She eased the breath out of her lips and then parted them so a gust of “negative air”, as her yoga instructor called it, filled the room. How is that supposed to make www.onedoor.cca difference? She thought. She pushed her bedsheets from her sweaty body and walked to the bathroom to take care of her daily business before starting another long, long day. When she stared at herself in the mirror, she could see the tiny lines growing thicker around her eyelids, and her warm, almond skin was blotched with little chocolate spots. She sli...
Hidden Creatures
By the time Brother returned home, the sun cast an orange glow over the surrounding canopy. Crisp linen was rolled above his elbows and each step with his leather shoes crunched over the gravel drive. The unspoken ritual of his day finally began yet he questioned his destination with a soft smile. The tennis courts were vacant. The gazebo stood alone. And only the large oak tree swayed gently in the late spring breeze. He knew he would never have to check inside, yet the only sign of life was the movements of hidden-away creatures in the forestry.His long stride carried him toward the pond....
A Train Story
The first step was always the hardest. The problem did not lie in the step itself: it was a large enough step for one to place their foot comfortably upon it. It was also the proper height; not so high as to make you trip when you'd try to reach it, and not so low as to make your heart skip a beat when you thought for a second that you were falling through the floor. Ergo, the problem did not lie in the step itself. The problem did not lie in the doorway either. It was a fine, regular-looking doorway: the sas-like entrance to any mode of transportation that required its doors to lock tight. A...
The Fear of Living
Social hour was always the highlight of Mickie’s week. Every Saturday afternoon, she headed out of her family’s pod and started the decontamination process. In the first chamber, she stripped down to her underclothes, shivered through the freezing cold decon shower, and then stood in the little dryer stall until her skin was pink with heat and moisture-free again. Then she moved to the second chamber, where she donned a new set of pre-sterilized clothes, a cleanroom suit, a pair of latex gloves, a set of goggles, a cloth facemask, and a plastic face shield, before pulling the hood of the suit...