Sanyati_Read Carefully_Sufficient...Or Beaten_The Promise
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Sanyati
Peering through the pudgy finger-frame of his pseudo hand-binoculars, his fore nwww.onedoor.ccail nearly digging into the flesh of his thumb, Kurayi pretends to adjust his fingers for a better view.“Okay, I have a decent view. Hand me the sling,” he whispers to the pile of boys crouched under his seat.Immediately the air beneath him awakes, mingled with frantic movement and breathy murmurs. Kurayi sticks his hand below his seat and wiggles it around expectantly, concomitantly whacking someone in the face.Poorly supressed laughter ripples through the boys beneath him.“Sorry, sorry. Just pass the thing alread...
Read Carefully
Since the first time that Juan saw the paintings of Velázquez and El Greco, when he was 7, he had wanted to be a painter. Unfortunately, he could neither draw nor paint, and in his art classes, he painted worse than anyone. However, his love for painting never diminished, and he studied the career of art historian in collegeUpon graduating, he started working in El Prado where he spent years becoming familiar with all the paintings, restoring the museum’s new acquisitions, and planning the halls for expositions. He would also accompany and care for the paintings loaned to other museums as if t...
Sufficient...Or Beaten
I, the narrator, am behind everyone else, watching the protagonist live her life. I am visiting this space marketplace, observing her. Alexia kicked her fruit stand’s wooden cabinet door shut and sighed heavily, forcing herself to stay patient with the still deciding customer standing amidst hordes of busy humans buying other aliens’ produce here at Spaceship’s planet and sun-neighboring marketplace. Tapping her unusually long, extremely tan fingers on the counter, she heaved another sigh and ran two of them through her very dirty, blond hair. “Could you just pick the apples or strawberrie...
The Promise
Vera felt the familiar presence. The sense that she was suddenly surrounded by a sort of energy. The knowing that someone else was there with her.“Good evening, Joe.”Conversation not through words but through feelings from the heart. Impressions, colours, images and understandings.There was a taste, and a faint smell of a food that she almost recognised but couldn't quite place. Maybe salty. She knew it, but at the same time she did not know.In her mind's eye she saw him cooking, or perhaps eating, a delicious meal. She smiled, thanking him for sharing his moment with her.“I'm only sorry you'r...