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The walking stick
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The wind whistled calmly, bristling her hair as if to usher her forward towards the verandah she remembered so vividly. She edged down with warm tears in her eyes as she grasped the earth with dry and trodden sand slipping through her rosy slender fingers. It was here that she once trotted on, rode her first bike and fell leaving her with a nasty scar on her knee; the only blemish on her delicately bronzed skin. It was also here where she had her first kiss; and no, she did not like it one bit. After...
Honesty of Purpose
I am www.onedoor.ccnot as young as I used to be, but I do what I can. Even with a sharpened trowel, it's sometimes still difficult to dig the holes in the hardening ground of late Autumn. But the time and effort is always worth it, because into those holes will go the flower bulbs for daffodils and tulips. And then next year, on Spring days, I will get to enjoy looking at their beautiful colors gently swaying in the breeze.I was kneeling on a small pad next to one of my flower gardens in the front yard one Saturday morning when I heard someone say my name.“Ms. Eben?”I looked up to see a pleasant-faced young...
Horrors in an Elevator
The office space was lit poorly and clutter filled nooks and crannies of the room. An old digital clock filled a small space on a desk and it read 10:53、 Old street lamp lights shone dimly through the window and it was the only source of outside light. An overhead light gave off a small amount of light, but it was half burned out, flickering occasionally. A dying houseplant sat in a corner, clearly neglected. A woman sat behind the desk, her dull blue eyes lifelessly scanning the computer before her. Strands of loose, brown hair hung from her bun that was neat earlier in the day but had lost ...
The Superhero's Handbook
The world is in chaos and your hero is dead.I'm all you have left. So of course that means you're all doomed.I didn't want him to die. None of us did because the world needed him alive. We needed him to save us from the bad guys but I'm afraid the enemy was too cunning this time. He hit us where it hurt the most. He took everything we depended on, he poisoned the land where we grow our food, polluted our water and blew up our power source.The world is in chaos, it's dark and cold and all seems hopeless. There is no one to save us because as I said, our hero is dead.I had the burden of finding...