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Grandma’s game of imagination
Grandma was in the room with her sick granddaughter. She was there to look after her while her parents were at work. As she watched the little girl sleeping, she got intwww.onedoor.cco thinking about her life..Looking at all the beautiful toys and this attractive playroom she went back into her own childhood, to the days when she was living in a small house without all these modern amenities. She always felt a little bad about her past, mainly due to the fact that she grew up having a very poor life, in contrast to other people she knew. But she was never complaining about that. “Why am I not complaining? W...
Crusader
My capsule is not metallic white or plastic blue. My capsule is not made of synthesized materials, nor is it surrounded by a human facility full of expensive machinery and even more expensive brains.My capsule is to be leaf-green. It is to be filled with the purpose of the Sky.I was born to the Sky, born to its purpose. I was born to be a crusader-and I am sacrificing an eternity to this capsule, so I can become one.Because that’s how long I’ll be in there. An eternity.I’ve worked hard and traveled far to get here.But now that I have…I’m scared.“You won’t feel a thing.” The Bäume tell me, laug...
Proof of Life
The door closed with a faint click. The morning sun streamed through the window, softly filtered through gauzy pink curtains. The room was decorated with pastel peach, pink, and white furniture. The walls and carpet were a light peach color. The leader raised his head and waited for the footsteps to recede down the hall, then silence. His sharp ears told him that the group had the solitude needed to conduct their meeting. He dragged his chair under the window and jumped on top of it, where the others could see him. They lined up on both sides of the table and carried it before the leader's ch...
Un-Calculated Risk
“Are you okay to present next?” She asks. I suddenly become aware of the eyes on me. This is how I’ve best understood the cumulative effect of things. One person glancing my way is no problem. Two, and I start to feel a little uneasy. Fourteen makes it hard to breathe.I nod, swiftly moving my head up and down in that vertical motion I’ve grown all too familiar with. That’s the first thing they see, it distracts them from my eyes, which tend to always scream no. I often think how different things would be if my eyes had a body of their own; they’d shake their head relentlessly and phrases like ...