The Quietest Walk Home_What Can You Do?_THE LIGHT BEYOND HIS REACH_Liquid Fire
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The Quietest Walk Home
Lakysha bumped into the suit holding a briefcase who decided to abruptly stop his forward progress without any warning. Goddam rude people in the train station, she thought. She looked up and down at the back of the man’s pinstriped office attire. The train station lost its chaotic background noise in a split second.“Excuse you,” she offered with attitude. She walked around him and caught a sneak glimpse at the electronic readout. 11:42、 Four minutes until the train departs. At least I’ll get some good, home-cooked food soon. Her stomach gurgled in expectation. No one moved around her. Panicke...
What Can You Do?
It was a day like any other slow, quiet, and calm. Time seemed to creep slower and slower each day. This day seemed to be peculiar I had to admit, then it dawned on me, time changed. No wonder I feel sleepier than normal, I lost an hour. All good life will go on I guess. Time to start my day at 8:00 AM instead of 9:00 AM; I really could have used the extra hour of sleep. As I was making my way downstairs I was hit harshly with the deep unpleasant burning sensation of sunlight in my face due to someone forgetting to close the curtains in the spare bedroom. I hate the sun. I'm very fair-skinned,...
THE LIGHT BEYOND HIS REACH
Palmer knew that he didn’t have much time left to reach the light, he could feel it. His mind was now preparing itself for what could be his last attempt, maybe his one last shot. Because of the blinding bright light, he couldn’t see what he believed to be was a wall, but he could feel its rugged surface when he had reached out to climb towards the light. He tried hard and it seemed to him like he had climbed high, but he didn’t make it. The light faded and he found himself back in the bed he had left.The sense of what he had to do had overwhelmed him and he somehow knew itwww.onedoor.cc was a matter o...
Liquid Fire
The clouds are alive. They ebb and flow, and shift their shapes according to the world around them. They can gather to become one, or wither away into whisps. They experience emotion, crying large, powerful tears, or roaring in anger, ripping strikes of lightning up from the ground in a fit of rage. Clouds offer respite from the beating sun, shielding you from the heat with their own forms. Sometimes, they let the sun peak anyhow, snickering to themselves about their little prank. They can tell stories to us, just by taking the shape of a creature or object in the sky. Children will call out, ...