halved, and nothing can
be more difficult and
draining than trying to
face your problems
alone.
It was Caitlin who
whispered. "It was just
a dream, you're okay. It
can't hurt you."
Face still buried into his
partner's shoulder, Sam
nodded. He took a deep
shaky breath, and
pulled back, leaving their
hands entwined. He
smiled down at them.
Her pale skin seemed to
glow in contrast to his,
which was much
darker. To Sam, she
looked like an angel. His
angel
"Let's go back to sleep."
He said, a slight smile
playing on his lips.
- ---------
The walls were a dark
green, not generally a
colour, you would see in
such a place. Generally,
however fond you are
of the particular shade
that you have no doubt
spent days selecting,
using such a tone will
only ever succeed in
causing your room to
appear much darker,
cramped, and closed in
than it actually is. An
unfortunate optical
illusion, of course, yet
disliking something will
not cause it to
disappear, and thus you
tend to find that you
must make the best of
situations, and that
compromises must be
reached.
As it happpened, the
peridot that this room
in particular had deigned
it necessary to follow
the laws of human
vision. This certain
shade of peridot held no
contrast; it had
succeeded in causing
the room to appear
dark and unwelcoming,
the hardwood oak
flooring only adding to
the effect. On the left
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Shadow Of A Memory
Short StoryIt's a story about two persons who are going through the days spent in their native house. while they discover so much about the days spent here. vision so clear that they can see the actions going in front of them. well read as I update it and let...
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