No One Mourns_New Year Lights_There's No Going Back_Telling Touch
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No One Mourns
No one mourns when a villain goes missing. The citizens celebrate months of peace, police relax knowing there’s one less calamity around the corner, politicians pat themselves on the back for a job they never did. The city breathes.Atlas, however, found no peace in the calm. He saw it not as the peace following a war, but as the calm before a storm. Something was coming, something big. There had to be. Your nemesis doesn’t go silent for months on end unless he’s plotting his next scheme. And if Atlas knew anything about Ricochet, it was that the longer he had to prepare, the worse the impact o...
New Year Lights
TW: murderThe ball, once again, rested at the top of the pole, illuminating the colors of false hope and broken promises to come. The blues reflecting on the buildings surrounding, light falling on glass rippling like the ocean waves in which you sail with no knowledge of what will come. The waves that cover the city’s soon to be new year, that can pull under all those who believe they are innocent. The blues shifted down the color spectrum, to the reds. My favorite color. The blood that would seep through lies and deceit like when a mother so casually tells their child, that the art project t...
There's No Going Back
(Trigger Warning: Story contains mentions of abuse, substance abuse and depression.)Raised wrong, abandoned at the age of five, left to fend for herself in the great big world. It already seemed like it couldn't get any worse for Willow, right? Wrong, it could. To add to the pain that was her existence, she also was assaulted at six years old on the streets, how she managed to survive as long as she had was truly a miracle. There was one shelter that really looked out for her, the people there had basically raised her.Of course, as voluntary work is in this world, it didn't last, it closed a y...
Telling Touch
TW: Story alludes to violence but does not contain any explicit content. The restaurant was relatively quiet for a Wednesday night. I keep a personal, standing reservation at this local Italian place I’m really into right now. Ever since I moved here, I've kept up this tradition, changing the restaurant after a year or so of patronage. Regardless of what’s going on in my life, I always like to treat myself to dinner once a week. I eat alone most of the time anyway, but somehow eating in a restaurant turns it into something else, like a selfwww.onedoor.cc-care ritual. I was happily seated in a booth by the f...