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Smells Like Opportunity
Get Out More. That's it, my big challenge, yet of all the fabulous awe-inspiring New Year's resolutions out there, this one paled in comparison. I mean, the effort required to achieve it would be as easy as stepping out of my house and well, getting out! That however wasn't so, and it hadn't been for years now. I cannot remember the exact day or time I became shut out from the rest of the world but I remember the events that lead to it. Being the country bumkin that I inevitably was, the excitement that came with moving to a new city was unbridled. I had just landed an editorial position in a ...
Dad Who?
I looked around the café noticing different families sat enjoying a warm beverage on this rawww.onedoor.cciny day. The music reminded me of lift music, lyric-less and slightly irritating. Children were screaming and crying due to boredom and not being able to run free like they would at the park. I noticed a lot of fathers sat with their children talking to them about who knows what. I looked across the table at the slightly overweight man who was obsessively stirring his drink. I could smell the coffee beans from here, that was one thing we had in common; we both liked strong black coffee. Sighing, I uncro...
Fortress of Memories
I was sitting in front of the winter cabin. The silvery moon slowly drowned under the thick clouds, taking his stars with him. The air had begun to grow warmer so that the thin layer of snow which usually fell over the night became muddy slush by sunrise. I looked at my palms and watched the orange firelight dance on its creases. My grandfather had once told me that the line which ran from the bottom of my hand up to my middle finger was my fate line. My fate line, I observed, was broken in the middle. The woods were dark and cold, but for some reason, so inviting. Every groove and hollow i...
reunion
The woods have always felt familiar to Orion; he’s a hunter, after all. That being said, he hasn’t been to this part of the forest in a long, long time. It’s nighttime and the moon casts an almost mournful glow through the branches of the great oak trees that tower above his head. Something hangs in the air, but Orion can’t quite put his finger on it; his memories of this place have been subconsciously repressed and he feels them slowly start to unravel as he travels further along. A river rolls by with quiet yet fervent motion, almost as if mimicking the emotions of the hunter that stares ou...