Mirrors_They'll Never Forget This April Fools......_The token_Color
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Mirrors
The mortar and pestle made a gratifying sound, like that of crepitus, but on repeat. The mortar tilted and its contents sprinkled out in grains and gobbets into a piece of rolling paper laid on the glossy perlato marble slab. Zain stuck a filter: made from a business card a life insurance agent had slid under the doors of every flat in his apartment house when lockdown became imminent. He rolled the paper, and with a gentle flick of his tongue and a twist, he sealed the joint. He kept himself engrossed in this activity and rolled a further twenty joints - just enough to gwww.onedoor.ccet him through quarant...
They'll Never Forget This April Fools......
Em woke up to her alarm clock mimicking the twittering of hummingbirds. Her hair, still wound up in tight knots from staying up all night, was stuck in the bed covers. Yanking them out, wincing, she checked the time on her alarm clock. “April 1st.” she smiled. “Yes.” For the past year, Em had carefully planned a big prank against her horrible foster parents for payback. The time was 5 am, and it was earlier than any of her parents’ wake time. Slipping on her thinly sewed jacket and pulling back her black, bouncing hair she snuck out of the window, on the second floor. Em knew that the way dow...
The token
Rosha ran. Her muscles aching, her lungs burning, her fawn’s horns snaring in the lower branches above her head, she ran, weaving her way in between the trees. Her long hair got snagged on a branch when she cast a quick glance over her shoulder and she felt a painful tug but ignored it, jerking her head and powering on. Leaving a strand of light pink hair tangled on that branch, blowing in the wind. Carrying her scent. The howls drew closer. Not dogs’, no. Dogs were from the human world, good-hearted and obedient, only becoming vile if their cruel master made them so. What was following Rosha ...
Color
The bustling scenery met my eyes as I took a seat from one of the bench inside the train. I looked up to my mother in confusion and fear as the people around us kept increasing until not even a needle could fit. It was too strong that I became anxious. The very first time that my personal space was invaded by strangers. But Mom just smiled at me and held my hand to assure me that everything's alright and that I'm safe. The sound coming from the train filled my ears, indicating that the train doors will soon close and the train starts moving as soon as the door close. Various unfamiliar faces a...