The Cinderella Prophecy_Rain Or Shine_A sweet misery_Human Nature
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The Cinderella Prophecy
"Cinderella!" My heartbeat escalated as I heard Stepmother call my name, well my nickname. It wasn't meant to be a nickname, but over the years it had adapted into one.I heard Stepmother's heels clicking on the stairsteps, my bedroom was in the attic of our manor and required climbing several flights of stairs to enter my room. I frantically shoved the dress I had been stitching into the drawer of my dresser. I leaped onto my bed and sat innocently just as she opened the door to my room."Why are you absent from your chores?" She asked, glowering down at me."I've completed them," I answered. I ...
Rain Or Shine
Trigger warning: depictions of suicide“...Care to fucking explain?”It’s a quiet, foggy afternoon. Most of the neighbors had already gone off to work or school or whatever other obligations they had. Henry had been sitting on his porch, sipping his third cup of coffee and arguing with his editor over email. It had been a perfectly normal day, which was to say, a tedious and miserable day. That was until some bastard Henry thought he’d never see again showed up on his street, just as young as the day he had died and smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Hello to you too.”“Oh, don’t p...
A sweet misery
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. A perfect orange sheet lay in the garden surrounding my apartment complex. I walk down what once used to be a well-polished stone staircase but was now chipped and weathered with the daily commute of the hundreds of residents like me. Owww.onedoor.ccvergrowth was visible on multitudes of cracks on the similar stoned pathway leading to the main road. Living in a neglected part of the town, I couldn’t expect much better maintenance of the surrounding property. The garbage van sometimes didn’t come for weeks at times, leaving the place reeking of rotten m...
Human Nature
Mel knelt, exposing her knees to a collection of sharp rocks, dried twigs and leaves, but she barely noticed the attack on her exposed skin. She shivered slightly. The air around her seemed to shimmer with the mist, made even more eerie by the first few bursts of morning light. It was silent and there was no distinct smell, but the frigid air still felt prominent in her nostrils. She could not stay long. In a few hours, the sunlight could be blisteringly dangerous. But her ripped shorts and thin, loose jersey would be better for those conditions. She looked up at the lone, broad tree which s...