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Escape from Paradise
Two doors. That’s the first thing I register as I enter the room slowly, and a familiar feeling of uncertainty starts to make it’s presence known in the pit of my stomach. The feeling will spread if I let it, creeping down into my legs to turn my muscles into useless jelly so that I can hardly stand. Then it will move upwards into my chest, constricting my lungs until I have to fight to draw a single breath. It will continue it’s journey upwards, pulling my shoulders and neck tight as though an invisible hand draws a needle and thread through my muscles and skin, bunching the fabric of my body...
Rosa Mori
Author's Note: I don't really like this story but it's my first step to get back into writing again... so constructive criticism is always appreciated!!! Rosa Mori is Latin for 'dying rose' which you would later make sense of towards the end :) Thank you to Ruth for helping me fix my grammatical errors!We were moving again. My dad had left us to confinement within the empty barriers of that cold, unforgiving room. That room bound me through its dead walls, walls that lay a pale grey as those suitcases were ready to be piled again.The tuft of unruly mundane brown hair found itself tucked behind...
Puzzle
Title of story: Puzzle Name of author: Lydia Mensah Number of pages: 10 Word count : 2965 #Write a story about strangers becoming friends, or friends becoming strangers #Laterbiokorshie is located in the Ablekuma Central Constituency of Accra and found in the West Coast of the same capital town, with residents of about 200,000 people. For the past few years, statistics have recorded quite a significant increase in the birth of twins in the area. These births have been recorded in no particular category of social standing; meaning, both the rich, the poor and the middle class give b...
To Her
Two doors. Both exist ahead of me.The doorknobs glisten, catching light from somewhere in the room.There are murmurs from the audience. Is there an audience?The doors look nearly identical, the wood dark and polished.I notice a crack in the one on the left. A mark of age and history. She awaits behind that door. She was admitted six months ago. Brought in because of stomach pains, diagnosed with somethwww.onedoor.ccing much worse...what was it?...she sits there now, awaiting the darkness to absorb her, to take her away from a world without love.I love her.Do I?I love Samantha. She cries behind the right do...