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My eyes snap open and I turn to my side curling up close, when I realize there's no blanket to curl into. I am sleeping on what is as hard as a rock, but is oddly comfortable. The logical person in me tells me that I'm dreaming, but the adventurous, imaginative person in me says that this is real, and somehow I've been transported to a new world, where people sleep on rocks. If my brother was here, he'd tell me that I'm www.onedoor.ccjust dreaming, or going insane. Probably the latter. But he's not here, and for once, I have peace and quiet. A beeping sound invades my peace and quiet time and I jerk u...
The Big Picture
The Big Picture Walter was a good photographer, one of the best in the business even if he did say so himself. He said that his ‘great gift’ was the ability to see what others could not, and then capture that vision so that others could share in his ‘genius’. His ‘great flaw’, not that he would ever admit to it, was his overpowering competitiveness, especially as it rose to the dizzying heights of arrogance. That was especially true in his relationship to his brother Elliot, who was also a photographer, and who also worked for the same company. He was the first to be hired, and helped his brot...
My Basement Has A Memory
It would have been more pleasant to awaken with a slap. At least a sting in my cheek would be something I could understand, fight against, follow-up and put a stop to so it wouldn't happen again the next night. But I didn't wake up to a slap; I woke up with a gasp, ripping from my throat and leaving me airless as if I had fallen into an icy river. My skin rolled with goose-bumps. I stared at my ceiling, lungs burning. The streetlight that bled through my curtains cut Brutalist geometry across it in a gray paler than the dim shadows around it in the dark night. I locked onto it, following the ...
Destination Inspiration
Each stone burnt as I stepped. In the summer, all the stones here got unbearably hot. Wearing shoes would’ve helped if my sneakers had more traction. Covered by salty ocean water at night and uncovered to bask in the sun in the morning, they were too slick. Most people avoided the side of the beach beyond these stones in fear of, falling, burning their feet, or being stuck on the other side after high tide. But I’m not most people. Family and friends called me ‘Stella’ even though my real name is ‘Estelle’. Ever since I was little, I’ve been told that my name means ‘star’. Which meant (accord...