The Elevator Ride to Awakening_Ground Beneath My Feet vs. Ground Up In The Sky_Cold & Dark_W
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The Elevator Ride to Awakening
Jason’s day started out like any ordinary day. He arrived to work at six sharp, before the rest of his employees started to roll into work. Mornings were his favorite. The sun had barely been out, and the sounds of nature serenaded him on his way to his car. The country was beautiful in the morning. Hues of pink and orange blanketed the sky and the area felt so open. This was the way Jason preferred. He was afraid of tight spaces and only made human cwww.onedoor.ccontact when he needed to at work. He was the manager of a marketing firm that he had worked at for the past forty years. When his wife, Debbie, l...
Ground Beneath My Feet vs. Ground Up In The Sky
I used to be fascinated by the little blueish-white ball in the sky, rather than afraid. My first memory was of my mother teaching me that ground beneath my feet was called ‘earth’ and that ground in the sky was called ‘moon’. Through the glass we would gaze up at the moon, and Mum would tell me stories about the two million people that had gone to sleep in technologically decorated coffins beneath the surface just before the meteorite hit. Then Dad would tell me stories about the scouts that had flown to the moon to see if it was safe to wake the sleepers. We have big skyhooks in the sky, an...
Cold & Dark
This far North, you’d think I’d be grateful for the compound’s light and heat. You’d think its constantly running boilers and furnaces would be welcome, and that I would cherish my ability to stay inside during the long, dark winters.Of course, you’d think those things out of ignorance. The blissful ignorance of safety and not knowing what’s coming – what the compound is calling.To tell the truth, I don’t know much myself. A few first hand accounts, but mostly just the stories. Now, I know stories can be… exaggerated, but hearing them here, when you know it’s out there, you can’t help but unde...
When Nerves Stop Singing
Her name was Emily Johnson.Or, that's at least what she told the secretary who asked her when she entered the lobby of The Heroes' Institute of America. Emily Johnson had scheduled a meeting with President Travail two weeks ago, which was before the Heroes' Institute sent out their acceptance of Heroes in Training to study at their university.Emily Johnson was dead outside, her body covered in snow. But don't worry--it wasn't the girl who killed her, really.Her name was Jillian Koski.Or at least, that's what she told the man with the coffee mug when he said he hadn't seen her around. Jillian K...