Christmas Dreams_Excelsior_The Sleepy Clcok_The Sleeping Dragon
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Christmas Dreams
Fourteen-year-old Jessie loved Christmas. With the thoughts of presents, sweets, and no school, what young person didn’t? While Jessie loved those things as much as the next person, Christmas also meant travelling to a place of Christmas dreams, somewhere she has been able to go since she was a little girl.For a while, Jessie went to this place by way of her grandparents’ house, who lived thirty miles away on a hilltop acre with spotty cell phone service and basic cable. She would politely greet her family when arriving before finding her way to the dreamland, as if a portal in the very house ...
Excelsior
Another and another. Another day. Another slow drip of meaningless life, and he did not want it. It was acidic, the knowledge that there was no destiny waiting for him. There was no great end to justify all of the muddling around, waiting and paying attention, and all of the looking for signs when there were never any signs because there was nothing to indicate. Nothing was waiting just for him, and he could not stand it.All around, it seemed, there were great people with destinies and places where they had to be or the world would change, butwww.onedoor.cc not him. This was unbearable. He tried to create g...
The Sleepy Clcok
Tic, Tic Tic, Tic. The granular sound of each second passing was constant. Laying on the unkempt sofa, dreaming of summer days when I was younger; I had my eyes closed to the world. Tic, Tic, Tic. The sombre rattlings of an old clock pierced my ears with the passing of each moment. My time, however, was being spent in my imaginings. The playful, days I spent at the creek, or simply rolling down what I thought at the time was a massive hill. Going back years later, I realized the hill was nothing but a pile of dirt; only as high as I am now. Tic, Tic. The striking of the second hand from my old...
The Sleeping Dragon
“You’ve awoken the sleeping dragon.” The young man stared up at the rock face that had frustrated his climb for the last half hour. He reached into his bag and dusted his hands with rosin, then smiled, his perfect teeth shining in the moonlight.There were two things about the young man known as Drake McAdams that you learned about quickly when you got to know him. The first that his temper was best described as mercurial. He was not one to take a slight lying down.The second was that he never backed down from a challenge. No matter how foolish, no matter how impossible, he would continue atta...