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It's over
The TV wasn’t on mute but I couldn’t hear it beyond the wall of lo-fi hip-hop on my headphones. I didn’t know why Maureen still had a TV — it wasn’t even a smart TV and she never watched it — but, whatever the reason was, she was watching it now.I was on the table by the bed, with my back to the TV, working on a drawing. The project was due next week. She was sitting on the bed in a strange position, her chin resting on her knee, her bare leg crossed on top of the other one, which was dangling on the side of the bed. She was wearing only an old sweater and pink panties, her orange hair in a bu...
To the island, and probably, back again
` To the island, and probably back againSeveral people were looking at the water vehicle that was in front of them and like most, they began to talk. They often questioned each other about who was the proprietor, what type of vehicle it was, where it was destined to go, and any reasons for its journey. They looked upon it and then Pete approached them and said “I don’t see any volunteers so I guess I am ready to take the helm and go, well, wherever the shoreline is. I know what you are all thinking. My dubious sense of direction may undermine this journey but you ...
Nera floating
Nera needed no guidance as to emerging; already in her fourth mission, she was considered an expert. First would arise her face; the tingling sensation of expanding her molecules to form the outer shell of female characteristics was part of a prwww.onedoor.ccocess she had been practicing for years. Who would have thought that the minute details of heads and faces would be so demanding compared to the rest of the body shape? Along with the refreshing sea breeze that caressed her emerging figure, the tiny droplets trickling down the torso tickled her to a liberating giggle and flashed before her newly formed ...
Wooden Whistle
Wooden Whistle By LuAnn WilliamsonCold! It had been so cold a few minutes ago, when icy sleet had soaked through their lightweight coats and shoes. But at last she was warm. The survivors had found a small clearing in the forest where the trees had sheltered them from the weather. Better yet, it had sheltered a scattering of fallen tree limbs.As she drifted off to sleep, Kate realized they were sheltered in a place called “nature’s cathedral.”“I just realized,” she told her daughter who was closest to her, “we are taking refuge in a place called “nature’s cathedral.””“What?” Essie’s weary voic...