Seconds Before Death_AMBEDO_The Girls_Aksalohtil
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Seconds Before Death
Death is a scary thing. We spend our whole lives avoiding it, even though we are on a constant timer, getting closer to death every second.It's inevitable. Some people live healthily and live longer while some don't, and live shorter. Most people fear it, while some look forward to it, like me.I had lived a painful life, tortured by everyone around me. Turns out I would die painfully too, with a knife sticking out of my chest.I laid down in the side alley, awaiting death. I www.onedoor.cchad about ten seconds left in my life. I looked back upon life, trying to remember the good.Ten...I remembered my second ...
AMBEDO
The frail threads of wool scraped the magenta t-shirt she had been latched onto since a week. She rotated her neck and then stretched but the friction near her shoulder did not disappear. The mug of coffee, that tasted worse than those distributed in styrofoam cups back at her job, slid against her lips as she took another sip. Tasteless; like water. But it glided down her throat effortlessly. She adjusted the v-neck slipover that would look better on the coarse couch, but she was too enervated to pull it off. The snowfall descended with like-mindedness. The intricate patterns pergent yet har...
The Girls
Zoey was Sally's older sister. They lived in a rural area on a small farm of eleven acres. They loved each other dearly, then one day Sally just up and left. Zoey loved the farm she liked roaming with the horses. Now Sally, on the other hand, would chase the horses to watch them run and scatter. Zoe was a peaceful kind heart lovable girl. Well, Sally was a very excitable, sweet, lovable, kind of girl. Sort of opposites but both lovable. One day Zoe called sally over to the chicken coop to have a look inside. There were baby chicks. Zoey's afterthought, why did I do that. Yup, you guessed it S...
Aksalohtil
“Here’s Remy, my pet axolotl,” said Andrew, gesturing towards the man to walk up to me.He blinked twice at Andrew in confusion. “Aksa- what?”Maybe he’s got a hearing problem.“Ak-sa-loh-til.” Andrew replied slowly, sure to enunciate each syllable.The stranger shrugged and leaned over in my direction. His face was foreign to me: his skin was pale, and his brown hair matched the color in his eyes. He looked nothing like Andrew. He bent down, taking a moment to examine me before the corners of his mouth pulled upward. A small indentation formed on his left cheek as his expression welcomed a smile....