The preperation_Underground_Author_Finding Gratitude
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The preperation
Way above the dying earth, a huge station orbited the planet it had multiple docking bays surrounding it, its shining metal reflected the sun and people looked out multiple windows and their last glimpse of earth. Inside one of the windows a woman named Tia kept looking out that window pacing and thinking the Earth was beautiful from here. It would probably be the last time she ever saw it, her and 100 other women were being sent to another planet, that had huge oceans teaming with life, islands of lush greenery dotted with a rainbow of flowers, and hot rocky deserts that the people lived un...
Underground
We have known Eugene as a struggling business man who sells carpentry tools, He moves into a new apartment, becomes a super distributor of cement, iron and steel few weeks after his wife is buried. Papa says that Eugene’s wife’s relatives almost fought him during his wife’s burial for his defiance in allowing them see his wife’s corpse when she was lying-in-state; how he guarded the coffin was unusual till she got laid down. Papa is always lively and creates stories from events that don’t have life in them – literally, not worth telling. He tells stories while in the restroom or in the market ...
Author
In the darkest corner of the old library sat a book, forgotten about centuries ago. Its crumbling spine barely kept the brittle pages contained inside, and the dust lay on the cover like a blanket.But this was no ordinary book, for it contained the secrets of the past and wishes for the future and it sat waiting for its new author to discover it and fulfill a prophecy as old as the dawn of time. Ella peered around the corner of the last bookshelf and wrinkled her nose at the dust and cobwebs she found gathering in the corner. For years she had worked in this library, keeping every nook clean,...
Finding Gratitude
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire, the forest is ablaze with specks of orange, yellow and red. I inhale deeply, it feels wonderful to finally breathe in some fresh air. I do a little jump and twirl to somehow prove that I’m not dreaming. It has been about 8months since I breathed clean air; the musty smell is still lodged in my bwww.onedoor.ccrain. I will never rid myself of that. 8 months since my eyes saw the brilliant bright sun and the beautiful hues of the sky. The trees were naked with snow covered branches when that psycho drug me into the cellar. I’m standing barefoot in the g...