Fortune told her many timesRetrospectively, Maya thought, she should have guessed, should have KNOWN – all other signs were right in front of her from the beginning. She could even list all the signs she missed, as well as her mistakenly taken actions.First, the shooting star. Maya scolded herself mentally for not recognizing it for the omen it, and even worse than that, treating it like any clueless, naïve girl who believes in fairytales does, and wishing upon it. It was a grave mistake, one that had she done back in her training days would have caused her serious troubles with the Academy's headmistress.Second, the wish itself. How could she be so careless in her word choosing?! "I wish I didn't have to go to work every day?" Seriosly? Why was she surprised, then, when she was fired the next day?Things went downhill from there. The Third sign was more subtle, hidden between the headlines Google News flashed on her screen. It simply read, "Beware, Maya, you idiot." The Fourth was her decision to r
View from the TopWatched from this roof, kilometers from home, it looks like fireworks.Ella felt torn between fascination and self-disgust. The show was beautiful, in a twisted way; however, there's something sick in watching her town being bombed. Again. Like it had been bombed since she remembers herself.An alarm was sounded, and the media crew around her announced they're following the Home Front Command, leaving the improvised open-air broadcasting studio in order to take shelter inside. Ten minutes later, Ella laughed nervously at the camera, and admitted she jumped at first, until she remembered she had one-minute-and-forty-five-seconds."When you are used to have 15 seconds only, this is more than enough time to enter the safe zone," she smiled at her interviewer. "But being used to it doesn't mean this is normal. It is NOT."
There were Three Sisters in a HallAt times, Lachesis wonders what would happen if instead of deciding on a certain length, she'd leave a thread unmeasured, and therefore give a being an unlimited life span. On the one side, Clotho considers, not for the first time, adding colors to the threads she's spinning, for diversity's sake. On the other side, Atropos is the only one who seeks not innovation – modern societies have already opened so many extraordinary options, and she is content.
Morals for pure, young childrenRobert was a young boy. He had loving parents, a younger sister, and a dog. He was usually a nice guy: he was nice to his sister and ate his vegetables. However, he had one main fault: he was a liar. His friends learned very fast to never believe a word he said. His parents didn’t know what to do."God hates liars, He forbade lying," they told him again and again. "Also, you are making us very sad. God hates that also. And God punishes those who disobey him."Robert didn't care. After all, he's been told such so many times, that he thought it to be a lie. Alas, the poor soul!So Robert continued his lies, until God punished him. Then he stopped telling lies. On his grave, his parents cried, and his sister vowed not to go down this path, so she'd never cause her parents such pain. "Lying is bad," she said. "I don't want to die."
Multi colored little peopleHave you ever looked into children's dreams? Such wonders live there. Take, for example, this sweet little kid over there. Yes, the one who sleeps in the arms of his father. His dreams are still what you'd call psychedelic; but did you ever wonder what creatures create those swirling, colorful patterns?I can see them, naturally. They're tiny little things, very colorful, and they run fast. Of course, how else could they create those swirling, colorful, blah-blah-blah patterns?They are quite wondrous, though. And very, very tasty, especially when young.
On The TenthThe haunted reflection disappeared slowly as Jack wiped his face clean, but the sad expression remained. He sighed, discarding the dirty cloth. This night has been the worst in a horrible week; he really didn't think he'd be able to continue much longer. The dead girls frequented his nightmares every night, screaming silently for help, their eyes widening in horror upon realizing they volunteered for real death. It's not that he minded killing; after all it was a regular part of the Horror Circus, one of the crowd's favorites, in fact, and something he's been doing for over a year. No, it was the fact that he actually knew the girls this time: they were the two bartenders who greeted him every time he came to drink away his guilty conscience. They silently offered him his regular drink, and not even once had asked questions.What made them come to that night's show in the first place? He wondered. Usually, both worked the evening shifts; when he cared to think about it, he realized it
like a marionetteWhen Judy was five-years-old, her father slapped her for the first time. She dreamed of being a pop-star, he was drunk (though it was not an excuse), and she vowed to never forgive him. By the time she was ten, she learned that shouting curses and fighting back were her best defenses. She still dreamt of glamorous life, of doing whatever she wished for.Her mother was her first supplier. Not intentionally, nor willingly; but thirteen-years-old Judy found it too easy to steal those cigarettes. After all, they were all over the place (and her mother was too apathetic to care, anyway). She vowed never to become like her mother, but smoking made her part of the cool guys.At seventeen, Judy's main wish was leaving home, getting as far as she can and never coming back. She was young and strong, and somehow still full of romantic fantasies of the prince who would come to save her. The prince was not exactly handsome, but he made her laugh, and was on his way to glory (or so she thought). So
On the verge of unofficial warIt's the end of the world as we know it.By "we", I mean me and those like me: all those who are either too young to remember the last war, or too secure in the center of the land; All those who are used to listen to news about missiles in the south, or bombs in the north, and nod for the poor people who have to suffer it daily. This false feeling of security is over now.Earlier this evening, when I was at work, a coworker was updated: a real alarm was sounded in our city (for the first time in more than two decades). At that moment, I knew it's the end of the world as I knew it.Sometime later, when more alarms were sounded, all the people in the area were asked to enter a Merkhav Mugan immediately: we have about a minute and a half to find shelter. I heard teenagers scream in panic as they ran about, trying to find it. I saw others, unable to believe anything would happen, trying to pretend business as usual. Following orders, we closed the store as fast as we could, and join
Blown up balloonsThe red balloon was the last one. All others had fallen long ago, empty and lifeless. Their colorful corpses lay under him, scattered, like the cobbles in Clowns Road. Had someone looked closer, he would've seen the edges were carefully glued to the floor underneath. But no one paid attention: the hall had been deserted long ago.The red balloon was the last one, and from above he could see the whole picture, and appreciate it better than anyone.
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