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Connecting FlightsCONNECTING FLIGHTS At four in the morning, The Berlin International Airport hung heavy on the misty cloud of Germany. Far out in the distance, one or two lights twinkled but it was mostly darkness and stars out there. Ana Sanders, a lone American on her flight, walked into the terminal. After getting shoved through the security line immediately following her flight, she was herded in the direction of those connecting to later flights with a couple of foreigners. Ana was a plain woman with sandy blonde hair and gray eyes. In her jeans, jacket, and t-shirt she looked like any ordinary traveler.Connecting Flights
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by ~LimboForChances
Life, Death, and Peanut ButterLife, Death, and Peanut ButterLife, Death, and Peanut Butter
In my bedroom, I was holding a private protest against reality. My mind was on overload, running at a hundred miles per hour, and trying to comprehend all that had just occurred. I looked at my watch on the table next to me. 7:15 AM. Shifting my gaze to the ceiling, I closed my eyes in concentration again. Thirty minutes ago I had woken up for school. So I‘d been awake half an hour, but then why did I still feel like I was in a dream? I replayed the moment, trying to get it right and preserve it. My parents had come in on their tiptoes, which was not necessary. The plushy pink carpe
by ~LimboForChances
FictionBeneath the green vines on the corner of the block, in the middle of a large city, an old woman sat on a wooden chair. Day in and day out she sat, with her patched up beret placed in front of her. She would take the money from the occasional charitable good Samaritan out for a morning jog, or the businessman with spare change returning from work in the late afternoon. They would throw a penny or two into her beret, without making eye contact, and walk swiftly away as she murmured her “God bless you”s. The children on the street called her Creepy Myrtle. Her name was indeed Myrtle and it suited that the vFiction
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At least not to die.
I'm afraid to live and not remember why...
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