A Storm in the Light_Full 180_White desert_The Scent of Honey
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A Storm in the Light
Mother Nature is one heck of a woman. A comforting caretaker, helping you through the day, but she also has a bit of a temper sometimes. She gives you life but can also easily take it away from you. She can be hot one minute, then cold the next. Hard to predict at times, but you always feel her omnipresence: either for good or bad. I bring this up as there have been several times where she has tried to put a stop to my life: through no fault of her own, of course.One hot summer, early August, to be exact, I was working as an environmental consultant in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada, and did...
Full 180
It came in waves. First her lunch, which she spewed all across the seatback of an innocent traveler, then the sobbing screams which filled the cabin of the airplane. The screams grew in intensity as the panic hit her in a series of shockwaves. The flight attendant rushed water over and tried to calm Rene down while simultaneously apologizing to the other passengers, especially the woman who was in the line of fire of Rene’s vomit comet. Loud whispers reverberated throughout the cabin as people openly stared in disgust, pity and irritation as the situation unfolded. “I-I-I have to go back,” Ren...
White desert
We had been driving for hours. The blue skies clashed with the the white, flat landscape. The further we drove, the emptier it seemed.- Well, this isn't good, - I said, looking at the sun setting for the final time www.onedoor.ccin many, many days. The wind was getting colder, signaling that the Polar night was about to set in. I glanced sideways to my companion, who had the same look of quiet desperation and helplessness that I had. There was no way we could get through the night without shelter. While during the day it was quite warm, at nighttime the temperature could drop severely, now even to -50* Cels...
The Scent of Honey
I was exhausted from school finals and exams, my university had always pressured students with more assignments. I guessed it was a London tradition. I had only been in London for a year now and was already starting to tire from lectures. Suddenly, I stopped cold in my tracks, something felt different, the dewy mildew smell of the cobbled streets, that I had grown so accustomed to had vanished it had been replacing by a lovely scent, that made my mouth suddenly salivate.I could smell a beautiful floral scent, I walked down the corridor, my flats hitting the cold stone beneath my feet. I turne...