Charlotte_Deep Waters_Autumn and Winter_The Hallutionations
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Charlotte
CharlotteCharlotte was a resolute silhouette on the grey path. Her black coat flared sharply from her small waist, short cut raven hair raised in small tufts in the prevailing wind. She had dropped her battered leather case beside her. The pair of them frozen indefinitely before the bleak fortress before them. Linton’s School for Wayward Girls. For Nelly, It was the best she could now do for her daughter. Including withholding parts of her own history, her own blood. She turned her battered Volkswagon down the ill-used road back to civilisation and did not look back. Dear Mama, That day you ...
Deep Waters
The ocean.It is not an aroma one expects upon crossing the threshold into a coffee shop.The salt and the sea.The fragrance stops me dead in my tracks. For a brief moment, I see the setting around me––the colorful rugs, the scattered tables, the counter, behind which stands a barista chatting with the customer in front of me. At the corner of my eye I see a candle burning near the window, the words "Ocean Breeze" on the label. I see dark, deep blue wax, with a gentle flame upon the wick.Then, the scene fades. Everything blurs.Until all I can see are the memories.Strong… vibrant… and so, so real...
Autumn and Winter
Ever since the dawn of her memories, Persephone had been counting the long days until she could go back to her home. It never seemed like enough when she was underground, as snow and wind raged above; when she was warm in Hades’ arms. Her mother, Demeter, openly disapproved of Hades, and so her months with always felt stolen, never enough. Still, Persephone had long since accepted her mother’s hatred for her husband, that was as undying as all of them in Olympus. Persephone could feel the days getting shorter, along with her mother’s temper as Demeter fulfilled her duties as the goddess of far...
The Hallutionations
Day one, Saturday 9:00 Awww.onedoor.ccM: I feel pretty silly and paranoid keeping a journal over this. But I want a record of my symptoms. In case I did catch something from the guy yesterday. I mean maybe he had some undiscovered virus. A record of my symptoms could help the doctors. I guess maybe that kinda thinking does mean I’m paranoid. What am I doing? I guess I should explain what happened yesterday. I was walking home through a shortcut when I ran into a very sick old man. At first, I couldn't tell what he looked like, because the hood on his coat was hiding his face. I only knew that he was struggl...