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• If Only It Were Pickles

  by hyperbolation 3 months ago

  “Does this smell OK to you?” Jack asked.

  Sam recoiled. “I dunno what it’s supposed to smell like. It looks…OK. I guess.”

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• The Girl Who Could Talk With Her Eyes

  by THX 0477 7 months ago

  “No, you are not,” she said sternly, not an infrequent tone around here.

  “Not what?” I asked, playing dumb, also not infrequ…

• Dark Lord of the Underwear

  by Compound Fracture 10 months ago

  I sit near the back of the bus, and there is a guy colouring on his backpack. He’s obviously been working on it for quite som…

• 50 Doors

  by SeekGround about 1 year ago

  I realized I was hungry again. So for the first time, I sat down with my backpack to fully investigate its contents. I was mu…

• 50 Doors

  by SeekGround about 1 year ago

  If I had known that I would be returned to my starting spot, I would have prepared my penlight for the arrival. Finding mysel…

• 50 Doors

  by SeekGround about 1 year ago

  At a crossroads in more ways than I could have possible known or understood at the time, I dropped my backpack to the mossy f…

• 50 Doors

  by SeekGround about 1 year ago

  With a tingle and a whoosh, I found myself surrounded by greenery.

  I was thrown off balance, by the realization that the doo…

• 50 Doors

  by SeekGround about 1 year ago

  I was not sure if I was prepared for whatever might be on the other side of any of the doors. So, I decided to investigate wh…

• 50 Doors

  by SeekGround about 1 year ago

  I had to distract myself and my body seemed to be in working order. Therefore, I slowly stood up. I slung the back pack over …

• 50 Doors

  by SeekGround about 1 year ago

  Every surface visible to me except for my own body, clothes, and backpack was mirrored. The effect of amount of reflection ca…