You are a Sign of Beauty and Intelligence._Cacophony, New York City, Three AM_The Good Worst Choice_
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You are a Sign of Beauty and Intelligence.
I am looking for a sign. A sign could guide me through the darkest moment of my life, the deepest valley of the mountain and the most mysterious ocean where I had drowned. I am looking for a sign. A sign could lead me through the mist, through the jungle of mazes, through the foggy forest, through the most furious thunders and storms. I am looking for a sign. A sign could show me the path of hopes and dreams, the beautiful marbles on my journey, the toughest weeds and wildflowers grow on my way to my legacy. I am looking for a sign. A sign could coach me when I was lost in the sea of confusi...
Cacophony, New York City, Three AM
The first time she heard the noise, it was 3:18 in the morning. She’d been awake, sweating under the too-warm duvet until around three, and had just sunk into the first few moments of heavy welcome sleep, when the sound came down from the ceiling and torpedoed the early stages of her REM cycle. Maureeeeeeen. A man’s voice, shaky and thin, yet piercingly loud.Maureeeeen! Maureeeeeeeen! Who the hell was Maureen? She’d met their upstairs neighbor, an older woman named Barbara with a severe silver bob and a hairless cat. Barbara seemed to make a point of avoiding any friendly interactions with her...
The Good Worst Choice
I stood there. Knowing the consequences, I still stood. Not moving anything but my mind... but even that was almost still. I am numbing myself from reality. If I choose,www.onedoor.cc I will be held responsible. How can I? How can I hold myself high with confidence when the weight of a decision is pulling me down?I cannot choose to throw away what is good. But am I even choosing to throw it away? Or am I preserving it?We are given opportunities to change and with those opportunities, it almost always seems that the chances are to be hoped for, but what if the opportunity is good enough that it can make it b...
When Emotions Took Shape As Words
There was a hurricane of activity in the hallway. The atmosphere was exuberant. Ignoring all the frolic, Monika sat at her writing desk and stared at the speck of dust on the window pane, without perting her gaze even for a second. That tiny speck seemed to take in the myriad eclectic emotions that churned in her heart and created a whirlpool. The paper that lay on the table fluttered in air and made a tapping noise each time in stroked the table. The clock ticked at its pace oblivious to the turmoil in her heart. Her mind was flooded with memories. Both good and bad. She was married at the ag...