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THE HIGHEST DOOR
Jenny was dreaming. She could see herself while she was walking down a country road. Just when she was about to start running, since it was beginning to rain, she fell, but rather she slid to the ground, lying flat down on the road. Then soon after she started to move very fast , crawling stretched out, with her body in contact with the earth. It was quite pleasant to mo...
IN THE STRANGER’S DREAM
Laura was walking barefoot down a long corridor. The corridor, rather narrow, seemed even without end , that is, she was not able to see the end of the corridor. The walls were bare, yet every now and then, as Laura kept on walking, something fell off the walls, sliding to the ground. Laura could just catch a glimpse, out of the corner of her eye, of that somethi...
This is my worst nightmare.
Awakened by a loud crash from downstairs, I look at my clock. 3:24 A.M. I get on my robe and quietly creep down the stairs. The house is usually quiet at this time of night, but I hear some shuffling in the direction of my parents' room. As I walk past the dining room table, I feel a sudden pain in the bottom of my foot. Looking down to see shattered glass on the floor by the window, I'...
“This is my worst nightmare.” Groaned Derek.
“What’s wrong bro?” Asked Devon.
“They are out of Bang’s!”
“The energy drinks?”
“Yeah! I have to hit work when we pull in.”
“Just grab some other ones! There’s literally a whole section of different drinks!”
“You just don’t understand…” Derek reluctantl...
Claire woke up with a jolt, sweating and breathing heavy. Not again, she thought. The dreams haven’t happened in a long time, they were supposed to be done and gone. Claire reached over to her night stand and grabbed her water bottle taking a big gulp. Maybe it wasn’t what she thought; maybe it was just a dream. Claire closed her eyes and went back to bed hoping for a decent nights sleep.
The following morning Cla...
The cool refreshing breeze blew across from some unknown region of the world to reach me here, as I sat outside a Paris restaurant drinking a cup of coffee. It had been a long time coming, but I’d finally got there. The sights and smells of the French capital were intoxicating and at the same time intimidating.
The sun was out and there wasn’t a cloud around. A perfect summers day. A waiter walked by and placed s...
The brew had been cooking for 2 months. Every night I meticulously added one more ingredient into the blackened, cast-iron pot. The stone-wall kitchen became the place I spent most of my nights. A sage coloured coal stove sat awkwardly against the wall, with a chimney that extended outside the kitchen. Whenever I came here I added more ingredients into the brew. A brew whose recipe was given to me by a spiritualist. One thing I noticed about being in the kitchen is that I weighed much less than I actually do and I was alw...
At first, Myrios thought that it was from overworking himself.
You know, the whole “The last thing you think about before falling asleep is what you dream about” myth. Since clearly, he wouldn’t dream about Aberration 361 willingly. He wouldn’t think about her at all, if possible, but unfortunately she was a wily entity, slipping in and out of dimensions like water through a crack on the sidewalk, leaving a trail...
It’s the most peculiar feeling in the world…
Waking up and not knowing who you are or how you got to where you are, your own body betraying you as soon as it jolts awake, drowning out any attempt at recollective thought with the noise of your unforgetting heart steadily pounding in your chest with reckless abandon fueled by an instinctive sense of urgency.
‘Get out of here!’ Th...
The bells tolled twelve in the night, the ringing echoing through the warm sandstone halls, which seemed to whisper of the many people that had walked through them that night. The sound of heels hitting the marble floor at a fast pace continued as the chimes faded into the warm night. Jack, almost running, was trying to finish fitting into his evening attire. A shirt still dang...
April 14, 2018:
I traveled again last night. I can’t put a number to the times it’s now happened. But last night was significant. Or, at least, significant enough that I feel it’s finally time to start putting it all down. Regardless of how I feel about traveling, it keeps happening and I can’t continue to ignore it any long...
The thing that most surprised him was the lack of silence. Having grown accustomed to the constant hum of the city, this was different. The city was loud, of course, but this was a different kind of loud. There were plenty of noises. There were chirps. And there were twitters. The winds through the trees rustled leaves and bent them slightly, to where he could almost hear the creaking of the wood flexin...
Luke shot straight up in his bed. He head and neck were drenched with sweat. He tried to adjust his eyes in the darkness of the room.Mia woke up to his heavy breathing. Luke faced her now."Baby what is it? Another nightmare?""This was the worst nightmare yet."Mia moved closer to his side of the bed. She took his hand .Gave it a gentle squeeze then laid her thick head of curls against her husbands arm. His breathing returned to normal."Baby, its alright. It wasn't real. Do you want to talk about it...
My father was but a humble farmer, and I knew nothing of my mother. I never took to farming, but the little reading and writing I was taught at the parish school quickly gave me a voracious taste for literature, extending my view of the world far beyond what I perceived anyone around me knew.It was a fateful coincidence then, that I was the one to discover a grimoire buried underneath the cellar, the distinct shape of which stuck out at me from the earth below as I was fixing the floorboards one day. My father advised me to dispose...
Let me tell you about my beloved grandmother, or my nana, as I call her endearingly. She’s quite tall, lean, with wrinkled, dry, and sun spotted skin, and had gloomy, drooping, lackluster eyes that hide a wise woman way more advanced than her years. I was starting in high school, 12 going on 13, and she was already in her mid-60’s. My relationship with my grandmother was at the borderline of love and hate. Do you know why? Because I was her favorite grandchild for house chores! She wakes me up very early to gather firewood in the riverban...
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