Josie & Jack_La Danse D'une Autre Vie_Roots_Taylor's Sequin
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Josie & Jack
The street lights were still on at precisely four o’clock when Josephine Beaulieu opened the shiny chrome doors of her diner with a whoosh, switched on one row of schoolhouse lights, then another, and placed a clean glass carafe on the coffee maker. High heels clicking, she moved to the kitchen, flipped a row of switches on the fryers, setting their red lights aglow, then disappeared into the refrigerator. She returned to the lunch counter balancing three golden pies. She settled them gently inside their glass case as the coffee machine burbled cheerfully in the background. With a clean, white...
La Danse D'une Autre Vie
The gramophone buzzed into a faint life after a long and dusty slumber. The recognizable notes fluttered wistfully through the long since forgotten halls which were once a far more grandiose sight to behold. They flickered around her, beckoning her to a distant corner of time and eventually quivered to the ground like dead leaves in the wind. The walls mimicked the cry of the music and the familiar glow of the chandelier sunk down onto the ballroom floor. Something seemed to tug at a nostalgic chord in her, enticing her onto the dancefloor. She found herself lost in an elegant flow of sweeping...
Roots
Willow marched through the woods clasping his offering tightly. He cradled it confidently, but still, a trickle of water seeped between his thin fingers and onto the floor.www.onedoor.cc His path was well-trodden, although he knew it was only walked by him, his friends from the fringes were too scared to come this far into the woods. Fear, it seems, is the most powerful of deterrents. But unhappiness is an equally powerful antidote. Willow no longer felt fear. And anger was starting to overcome his unhappiness.He felt the temperature drop another degree and knew it was only a short time until dawn. He had b...
Taylor's Sequin
As Janice woke from the fog of sleep, she absent-mindedly held a backscratcher close to her mouth like a microphone. Clawing back the covers, Janice eyed her roommate Lauren sitting at a writing desk near the window. Janice had never worn sequins or jumpsuits before, but she felt a little stiffened by the gold-colored one-piece that adorned her body at the moment. She had dreamed of Taylor Swift, again. “Have a good sleep?” said Lauren.“Yeah! But can you believe what I’m wearing, Lauren?”“Yeah! Pj’s, sleeping gown, jammies, undergarments, or whatever you want to call it! That’s what I see.” sa...