A Spring Culling_Downtime_Under the Confluence_Faces of Time
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A Spring Culling
TW: violence Gbemi “That’ll be fifty nine dollars.” The male cashier, a handsome muscular man whose name tag read Kemar said as he bagged the items Gbemi put on the counter at Forever 21、 It had been the perfect day, in every way and she wanted to end it by treating herself to some new outfits. She found a blouse that took her breath away, calling her best friend Abike to brag about how the store must have known she was coming and put their best stuff out. She spent some time flirting with Kemar, paying little mind to the long line behind her. After writing her number on his hand with a sharpi...
Downtime
Half an hour before his shift ended, Jack was already standing by the door, lifting his coat off the rack. Tim glanced up from behind the counter, shrugged, and looked back at his phone, lifting his hand with thumb up in Jack’s direction. Jack said nothing, Jack rushed out the door and around the corner, and froze. “Are you coming tonight?” “Yeah...” he said, trailing off. He looked at his phone, then at the clock. He shook his head. “Yes. I am coming.” Alice stifled a giggle. “Are you sure?” she asked, with mock concern. Jack rolled his eyes at himself and shrugged. “I should be able to make ...
Under the Confluence
Stephanie fidgets restlessly in her seat, biting mindlessly at her fingernails. Rolling green pastures pass by outside the train window, but she doesn’t even register them. Instead, her mind is busy trying to remember any remark from her family doctor that may explain the sudden invitation to visit her mother on such short notice. The news was best shared face to face, her mother had explained.The train’s sudden clunky jostle and announcement of the approaching stop rouses Stephanie from her deep, harrowing thoughts. She blinks; surprised to see the train was already at Tito. In only twenty mi...
Faces of Time
The stories are not supposed to be true. And though the other gods enjoy that our existence is a secret, I intend it not to remain so. In a mortal's time, it took nine decades before they started hearing my whispers. Another nine until they sought me. And then another nine for me to build a place where they can. In the heart of the forest where I waited, the wind was so unfamiliar with the mortals’ scent. The scent of dirt, death, and desperation. It took centuries for those first mortals to find me, but I was not impatient. I knew that already. Norwww.onedoor.cc was I surprised when they came asking for s...