Changed in the Dark_Stains of Shame_Tick...Tick_Jack and Hans Tell a Wintery Tale
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Changed in the Dark
Eli and Shelby stood quietly at the edge of the woods, watching the sun rise together for the last time. “You know you could always come with me,” Eli told her, breaking the silence.Shelby shivered and pulled her jacket tighter. The sun was still rising but its rays held no warmth in the cold winter morning.She shook her head, “You know I can’t do that Eli. I belong here.”He crinkled his nose in disgust. “You mean you belong here with him.”She turned away, refusing www.onedoor.ccto look at him and see the accusation plain on his face.“What has he ever done for you besides kill all your dreams and trap you ...
Stains of Shame
As the morning sun began spreading its light along the quiet, cobblestone streets, a chorus of songbirds began their morning serenade. The blanket of fog that had accumulated over the course of the night had settled overtop the gently sloping lands surrounding the ancient town of Cing, giving the area a pervasively ethereal ambiance.Thomas pulled the brim of his dark hat further over his eyes, shielding them from the growing intensity of the orange rays. His pace remained steady as he followed the stone pathway leading to the towering main gates, with each step he sent little wisps of fog flut...
Tick...Tick
Chapter One12:40 PM, Saturday. He's not here yet, where could he be? I wanted to yell, "Quan!" But I knew that it didn't work that way. And then, he appeared. Ten minutes on the clock...starting now. "How are you?" I asked him."Still a spirit," he said with a slight chuckle. He sat in front of me, he looked like my Quan, but not like him at the same time. His posture, his eyes. His dark brown eyes that stared back at me. His skin got paler every time I saw him. "How are you? Sill eating?""Yes," I said softly. "I'm going to a preliminary hearing tomorrow at the Chicago courthouse," I told Quan....
Jack and Hans Tell a Wintery Tale
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. ***Two ghostly men walked side by side, the powdery flakes passing through their luminous heads and shoulders before settling on the path. Their feet left no prints as they went. “I like the cold and snow,” one man, whose name was Jack, said to the other, “makes a good setting, but I hate the word ‘terribly.’ We’ve got to change that.”“Fine, fine Mr. London,” the other man, Hans, said with a thick Danish accent, “then what would you suggest?” ***Day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside ...