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The golden light of an early sun glinted into the room from the empty windowpane. The rays, seeming solid yellow from just outside of the window socket, flickered, meeting with decades of dust, then settled brokenly upon a cube of space in the middle of the room. If eyes were not looking for it, the cube would not be there—a mere distortion, covered by the dense, fetid air. But t...
Tris cast a probing look at the entryway a few yards in front of her. To any other person, the red haze emanating from the caged lights on either side of the expansive ingress served as an eerie repellent; the chasm of darkness beyond, a dissuasion from closer inspection. Her heartbeat quickened as she took in the depth of the dark, the untouched look of the natural stone walls. Everythi...
Sadie flipped her dark ponytail over her shoulder as she tipped an open bag of whole coffee beans over a paper filter on a scale. She tilted the bag back up intuitively, without watching, as the number on the scale ticked upward until the display read precisely 0.220. Her fingers flitted to the white tags to mark the date of the prepped beans. She wrote the date, placed the tag, then grabbed one of the filters, pouring it into the grinder. Sadie raised her voice over the hollow ting-and-shir of the beans hitting the burrs, “You know what ...
She is too close, moving into my space like she has moved into my thoughts. Where others are mountains, fully formed and unyielding upon acquaintance, she started as a trickle of the Spring thaw, then became a rush of a river. She is discoverable and surprising. All I can think about lately has to do with her. Her full and often broken lips as she bites them. Her dark, deep eyes as they c...
Three words caught her eye: scented toilet paper.Anne Marie flattened out the plastic of the package against the goods themselves and pulled back in disbelief to read it again.Just to be sure, she drew the plied layers to her face from the roll attached to the counter and sniffed a giant breath. She tsked and shook her head. Yep, scented. Amazing. She replaced the package beneath the sink before tapping her nails against the porcelain countertop and staring into her face in the mirror. She sucked ...
I simply want to be a better writer. Let me know what you think! "I have not failed. I have found 10,000 ways that won't work." - Thomas Edison
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