The Unplanned_Choose however you see fit with the ending!_Blue Eyed Invasion_Another Day.
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The Unplanned
A man sat in a dark room, alone. He faced a wall, a wall of Screens. Each about a foot squared in size, every single one showing a different picture. There were hundreds, maybe thousands. The man, Khan, glanced over the Screens, seeming to analyze each one in that brief instant. Khan turned away from the Screens and opened a drawer. Every single citizen had a file. He knew them all. Flipping through the people, Khan stopped at a certain page and removed it from the rest. This certain sheet was worn and the picture faded. Obviously a certain point of interest. Frowning slightly, Khan looked bac...
Choose however you see fit with the ending!
The rules aren't always made clear. But when your dead, things seem out of place. The common formality of the affair isn't without its price. A dream like state you wander the land of which you were killed, forever in a state of complete disservice.He Regarded himself as a cursed man of a rather unusual precipice. died within the confines of a Rv Park. A unconventional lack of loneliness and probably perfect grounding for a ghost. He once was a man by the name of Arthur Flanagan. A usual traveler to this amusement. Arthur awoke alone and in the dark on the old bed. His Rv had been left to stan...
Blue Eyed Invasion
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their life. Sarah was nervous. "C'mon," coaxed Zoey. "It'll be awesome.""I can't wait for MY wedding," said Chloe."I bet Elijah's just as nervouswww.onedoor.cc. But he's still coming. So you're still coming," comforted Grace."I-I'm coming. I-I'm just. . .really nervous.""We know," Chloe says. "You told us a million times.The two other women shush her."What Chole means," Zoey comforts. "Is that we know you're nervous, and we're trying to help. So if saying it a lot helps, you can do it, and we won't care, because. . .""Because we're best friends," Grace supplies."Y...
Another Day.
As I sat on the stairs, my hands pressed around the warm coffee mug, I stared at the street before me, devoid of its usual hustle bustle. The neighbourhood was silent and even the lawns needed a trim. It had been a month since the lockdown was moderated, but somehow the feeling of safety hadn't returned. The malls and shops were barren, and the school playgrounds held a grave silence. They all were a reminder of how Corona had turned our world upside down. There was an odd soul walking down the street, maybe returning back from an errand, but the mask on his face made me wonder, what a faceles...