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“My wife was tired of our dog sleeping in our bed at night. So i decided to build him his own house.“

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Landscape Absorber House located in Gstaad, Switzerland

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Train Ride

Train Ride:

It was a beautiful spring morning and based on the lighting in the room I approximated that it was around 5:30am. I awoke to birds chirping in the backyard and I could smell the freshness of the dew over the pristine grass outside. Fresh tea was brewing. It smelled like Earl Grey, my favorite. I can remember the smell of the orange fragrance, which is the oil added to Earl Grey to give it the unique taste and smell it has. Ms. Thomas was brewing tea for breakfast since that was the British tradition of tea in the morning and she knew it was my favorite type of tea. The linens were nice and soft, and I can remember my feet against the soft plushy sheets and how relaxed and calm it made me feel. Unfortunately, I knew it was time to arise and face the day. I had a very important meeting that morning, that could possibly change my life. I knew I had to get my day started.

The floor in the bathroom was cool to the touch. My feet felt great against the marble tiles, and I remember the bottoms of my feet against the grout between the tiles. I remember thinking that I needed to remain as nice and calm as I was now during the very important interview, I had coming up shortly. I remember looking at the outfit I had picked out. My tie was a brightly colored blue with silver dots. I had a nice crisp white shirt that was pressed and starched by Ms. Thomas. I remember the creases on the shirt and thought to myself, what an impressive ironing job she had done. Once clothed and ready, I made my way downstairs with the continued smell of Earl Grey in my nose but this time with an addition of fresh eggs and bacon. Ms. Thomas always did a great job with her breakfast spread. As I entered the dining room the table spread was the usual. Hot Earl Grey tea, fresh biscuits, fried eggs over hard and bacon. The condiments lined the table, grape jelly, strawberry preserves, butter and all the fixings one can imagine.

Breakfast was great, and it was now time to make the journey to my interview. The weather was beautiful and the walk to the train station was brisk and cool. You could see some people in light jackets due to the coolness of the morning. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful morning indeed. I walked past the butcher’s shop and was wondering what I would grab from there to celebrate on my way back home. The meats were hanging in the window and you could see the nice pieces of aged steak, all different sizes and cuts. Steak, that’s what we will be having tonight.

The walk up the stairs to the train was swift and quick. Once at the top of the stairs, I looked around and saw the various passengers waiting for the train. There was an old lady clutching her purse, a young man with his book bag on the way to school. There was a businessman with his briefcase and jacket as well as a fine tailored suite with the lapel showing. I wondered what kind of work he did. Was he a doctor, politician, businessman, etc. Suddenly, there she was!She was wearing a long white dress and you could see from the slit on the side of the dress that she was wearing red boots. She was wearing the kind of dress you would see at a debutant ball. Her shoes were bright red and they appeared to be leather boots. She appeared in my peripheral view and what caught my eye was her hair. Her long amazing blonde hair. Her hair was actually bright and yellow and looked like it was glowing. It reminded me of the book I read as a child of Goldilocks and the three bears. I remember thinking to myself, that must be goldilocks. I wanted to get a glimpse of her face, but she was further down the platform. I followed behind wanting to see who this beautiful hair lady was. You could hear the train approaching, as the passengers stepped aside to make way for the approaching train. I lost sight of her when the train doors opened. I made it onto the packed train and found a seat.

The ride was approximately thirty minutes. In my haste to get in the train and find a seat, I completely forgot about the woman with the yellow hair. At the halfway point, I was busily reading and preparing for my interview, when the bell dinged for the next stop. The bell usually dinged as a warning that your stop was less than a minute away. Suddenly I felt funny right at that moment of the ding. The tingling sensation you feel when something isn’t right. The hairs in the back of my neck began to stand. I felt a coldness that didn’t fit into the setting. I had that gut feeling of dread come over me. I remember thinking to myself, what is this, why am I feeling this way? My palms were sweating and the sweat beads on my head began to form. I thought to myself what is going on. I looked up and there she was. Staring right at me, the most beautiful being I had ever seen. There was not a blemish on her face. She had the most brilliant illuminating blue eyes looking straight at me, straight through me. Her face was pale, the pale you see in death before any cosmetics have been used. Despite the extreme paleness, it didn’t take away from the extreme beauty I was beholding. She had rosy cheeks, with a nose that was tiny and pointed straight up. The nose you would find on the most conceited of aristocrats. Her eyebrows were yellow to match her hair and she had the most gorgeous eyelashes that fit perfectly onto her pale face. When our eyes met, she smiled. I could not believe or comprehend the beauty I was looking at. I smiled back but couldn’t break the sensation that continued to grow in my mind. As she continued to stare at me, I felt myself getting disoriented and I wasn’t sure if that was based on her shear beauty or something else.  As I stared back at her, the beauty was so intense that right before my very eyes, she began to change.  Her appearance and face were so perfect that I began to see what lay behind her face.

Suddenly, there was an intense pain in my stomach, the unbearable pain you feel when your intestines are being twisted inside your stomach. As I began to sweat, like someone just coming out of the shower, I noticed more eyes on me. I remember the gentleman with the briefcase asking me if I was alright, but throughout this experience I couldn’t break the gaze of her stare. In this moment of unimaginable pain, I watched her transformation. The paleness became even paler to the point of white. The white you see on freshly cleaned set of teeth. The intense beauty began to change to extreme defectiveness. The closer I looked the more alarmed I became. Behind her face was sorrow, dread, plagues, death and hell itself and the evil contained in it.

The pain was so bad at this point I was slumped over in my seat with an expression of pure horror on my face. The beautiful blue eyes now appeared to be the most dreadful blue one could only find on the path to perdition. "Ding" the train bells chimed. In shock, and in an immense amount of pain and trembling, I used every ounce of strength I had left to lift up my hand and point to the most dreadful site I had ever seen. As the passengers moved their gaze from me to see what I was so fixed on and terrified of, the door had opened and I could only see the blond yellow hair stepping of the train and the train doors closing. The passengers looked back at me with a perplexed look on their faces. Just the way it began, it was over. No one seemed to have noticed the woman or the hair, or even see her exit the train. That was the last day I took the train.

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Great story! Nicely written! Mixture of the holidays and terror!!! Awesome! It’s unclear!!!

Stuffing

There was something unbelievable about the stuffing my grandmother made every Thanksgiving. It wasn’t just good – it was beyond amazing. Every morsel of meat and bread and vegetable was flavored to perfection. The meticulousness and love involved in the preparation process shone through with every bite. We’d eat until we were stuffed (pun intended) and still felt great afterward. Hell, we even felt invigorated, which was the last thing one would expect after Thanksgiving dinner.

Our family had been trying to get her to tell us the recipe for years. She wouldn’t even give us a hint.

Since our family has always had a love for dark humor, when we’re around the Thanksgiving table, we liked to speculate on how she did it. My sister thought she mixed in crack cocaine. My father said she sold her soul to Satan in 1955. Even Mom, who was the least indecorous of the group, quietly said, around a mouthful of stuffing, “I bet it’s made from the bodies of better chefs.”

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Very interesting and deep story. It shows how deep and deranged people can be. Awesome story! It’s unclear!!!

Have you ever abandoned a friend? I abandoned Paige in the woods when I was fourteen. “Just wait here, okay?” I said to her. The hair on my arms stood on end when I walked back home. It wasn’t a fear of the dark, or the things that creep in it. It was the guilt. I never saw Paige again. No one did.

When I got home, I made tea, told my parents that I’d been out to town, and sat in my room. I tried to remember her face, but I just couldn’t, not anymore. Paige hadn’t told her parents she was going to be out while they were away for a wedding. No one had seen us go. No one knew what happened to her.

I pressed a pen against notebook paper. In a script only I could read, I wrote about what I’d done to her. When I recall writing in the notebook, I always imagine me crying. But I didn’t cry then. I was too scared, too guilty, too stunned by myself.

No one ever solved Paige’s death or found her body. My family visited hers, offered condolences. The whole time, I stared at the unicorn plushie lying on the floor of the living room. I could have asked if it had belonged to Paige, but I didn’t open my mouth. I didn’t have to look at Paige’s parents to hear from their voice how broken they were.

“Just wait here, okay?”

I knew I was in a dream, but I could remember it all so well, the tone in which I said those words, the texture of the flashlight in my hands. Like some advertising slogan you memorise by repetition, I had those four words branded in my mind.

I asked my diary what I was afraid of. I asked it why I felt such a rush when confronted with guilt. It was the high of knowing that I’d done something to change the world, even if, in the grand scale of things, it meant little. The guilt was wound, and digging a nail into it made me feel alive. It made me grin at myself in the mirror. I giggled. Then the words slipped out.

“Just wait here, okay?”

And I my face froze. I felt like I could fall through the mirror. I had uttered those words.

Four years after the day I abandoned Paige, I returned to the woods. The sky was already pale when I got out, and the light was disappearing around the time I made it into the forest. I kept going, remembering the trees, the little paths, trying to ground myself by listening to the sound of my steps or the forest creatures or the switching on and off of my flashlight.

I got to the spot where I’d said those words. Like clockwork, my lips moved on their own.

“Just wait here, okay?” I whispered.

There was no one at the spot where I’d abandoned her. I kept whispering those four words to the rhythm of the flashlight switch.

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Train Ride

It was a beautiful spring morning and based on the lighting in the room I approximated that it was around 5:30am. I awoke to birds chirping in the backyard and I could smell the freshness of the dew over the pristine grass outside. Fresh tea was brewing. It smelled like Earl Grey, my favorite. I can remember the smell of the orange fragrance, which is the oil added to Earl Grey to give it the unique taste and smell it has. Ms. Thomas was brewing tea for breakfast since that was the British tradition of tea in the morning and she knew it was my favorite type of tea. The linens were nice and soft, and I can remember my feet against the soft plushy sheets and how relaxed and calm it made me feel. Unfortunately, I knew it was time to arise and face the day. I had a very important meeting that morning, that could possibly change my life. I knew I had to get my day started.

The floor in the bathroom was cool to the touch. My feet felt great against the marble tiles, and I remember the bottoms of my feet against the grout between the tiles. I remember thinking that I needed to remain as nice and calm as I was now during the very important interview, I had coming up shortly. I remember looking at the outfit I had picked out. My tie was a brightly colored blue with silver dots. I had a nice crisp white shirt that was pressed and starched by Ms. Thomas. I remember the creases on the shirt and thought to myself, what an impressive ironing job she had done. Once clothed and ready, I made my way downstairs with the continued smell of Earl Grey in my nose but this time with an addition of fresh eggs and bacon. Ms. Thomas always did a great job with her breakfast spread. As I entered the dining room the table spread was the usual. Hot Earl Grey tea, fresh biscuits, fried eggs over hard and bacon. The condiments lined the table, grape jelly, strawberry preserves, butter and all the fixings one can imagine.

Breakfast was great, and it was now time to make the journey to my interview. The weather was beautiful and the walk to the train station was brisk and cool. You could see some people in light jackets due to the coolness of the morning. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful morning indeed. I walked past the butcher’s shop and was wondering what I would grab from there to celebrate on my way back home. The meats were hanging in the window and you could see the nice pieces of aged steak, all different sizes and cuts. Steak, that’s what we will be having tonight.

The walk up the stairs to the train was swift and quick. Once at the top of the stairs, I looked around and saw the various passengers waiting for the train. There was an old lady clutching her purse, a young man with his book bag on the way to school. There was a businessman with his briefcase and jacket as well as a fine tailored suite with the lapel showing. I wondered what kind of work he did. Was he a doctor, politician, businessman, etc. Suddenly, there she was!She was wearing a long white dress and you could see from the slit on the side of the dress that she was wearing red boots. She was wearing the kind of dress you would see at a debutant ball. Her shoes were bright red and they appeared to be leather boots. She appeared in my peripheral view and what caught my eye was her hair. Her long amazing blonde hair. Her hair was actually bright and yellow and looked like it was glowing. It reminded me of the book I read as a child of Goldilocks and the three bears. I remember thinking to myself, that must be goldilocks. I wanted to get a glimpse of her face, but she was further down the platform. I followed behind wanting to see who this beautiful hair lady was. You could hear the train approaching, as the passengers stepped aside to make way for the approaching train. I lost sight of her when the train doors opened. I made it onto the packed train and found a seat.

The ride was approximately thirty minutes. In my haste to get in the train and find a seat, I completely forgot about the woman with the yellow hair. At the halfway point, I was busily reading and preparing for my interview, when the bell dinged for the next stop. The bell usually dinged as a warning that your stop was less than a minute away. Suddenly I felt funny right at that moment of the ding. The tingling sensation you feel when something isn’t right. The hairs in the back of my neck began to stand. I felt a coldness that didn’t fit into the setting. I had that gut feeling of dread come over me. I remember thinking to myself, what is this, why am I feeling this way? My palms were sweating and the sweat beads on my head began to form. I thought to myself what is going on. I looked up and there she was. Staring right at me, the most beautiful being I had ever seen. There was not a blemish on her face. She had the most brilliant illuminating blue eyes looking straight at me, straight through me. Her face was pale, the pale you see in death before any cosmetics have been used. Despite the extreme paleness, it didn’t take away from the extreme beauty I was beholding. She had rosy cheeks, with a nose that was tiny and pointed straight up. The nose you would find on the most conceited of aristocrats. Her eyebrows were yellow to match her hair and she had the most gorgeous eyelashes that fit perfectly onto her pale face. When our eyes met, she smiled. I could not believe or comprehend the beauty I was looking at. I smiled back but couldn’t break the sensation that continued to grow in my mind. As she continued to stare at me, I felt myself getting disoriented and I wasn’t sure if that was based on her shear beauty or something else.  As I stared back at her, the beauty was so intense that right before my very eyes, she began to change.  Her appearance and face were so perfect that I began to see what lay behind her face.

Suddenly, there was an intense pain in my stomach, the unbearable pain you feel when your intestines are being twisted inside your stomach. As I began to sweat, like someone just coming out of the shower, I noticed more eyes on me. I remember the gentleman with the briefcase asking me if I was alright, but throughout this experience I couldn’t break the gaze of her stare. In this moment of unimaginable pain, I watched her transformation. The paleness became even paler to the point of white. The white you see on freshly cleaned set of teeth. The intense beauty began to change to extreme defectiveness. The closer I looked the more alarmed I became. Behind her face was sorrow, dread, plagues, death and hell itself and the evil contained in it.

The pain was so bad at this point I was slumped over in my seat with an expression of pure horror on my face. The beautiful blue eyes now appeared to be the most dreadful blue one could only find on the path to perdition. "Ding" the train bells chimed. In shock, and in an immense amount of pain and trembling, I used every ounce of strength I had left to lift up my hand and point to the most dreadful site I had ever seen. As the passengers moved their gaze from me to see what I was so fixed on and terrified of, the door had opened and I could only see the blond yellow hair stepping of the train and the train doors closing. The passengers looked back at me with a perplexed look on their faces. Just the way it began, it was over. No one seemed to have noticed the woman or the hair, or even see her exit the train. That was the last day I took the train.

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Very interesting and deep. It’s unclear!!!

Trees of Eyes

I bought these few pages at a local trader’s tent for the equivalent of $.25 USD. It was the only thing there written in English. I don’t know what any of it means, but the fact it names the missing explorers and ruined village is troubling.

June 29th, 2016

Let this be a journal of our last moments. I know we won’t make it out.

June 30th, 2016

They took Jane last night. This morning, the trees have her eyes. All the trees; every knot hole, every space, every interstice, is stuffed with her eyes. Two eyes copied into thousands. I don’t know how. Nothing makes sense. But they’re staring at us. We’re being watched. They follow every one of our movements, as if they didn’t already know what was going to happen.

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Train Ride

Train Ride:

It was a beautiful spring morning and based on the lighting in the room I approximated that it was around 5:30am. I awoke to birds chirping in the backyard and I could smell the freshness of the dew over the pristine grass outside. Fresh tea was brewing. It smelled like Earl Grey, my favorite. I can remember the smell of the orange fragrance, which is the oil added to Earl Grey to give it the unique taste and smell it has. Ms. Thomas was brewing tea for breakfast since that was the British tradition of tea in the morning and she knew it was my favorite type of tea. The linens were nice and soft, and I can remember my feet against the soft plushy sheets and how relaxed and calm it made me feel. Unfortunately, I knew it was time to arise and face the day. I had a very important meeting that morning, that could possibly change my life. I knew I had to get my day started.

The floor in the bathroom was cool to the touch. My feet felt great against the marble tiles, and I remember the bottoms of my feet against the grout between the tiles. I remember thinking that I needed to remain as nice and calm as I was now during the very important interview, I had coming up shortly. I remember looking at the outfit I had picked out. My tie was a brightly colored blue with silver dots. I had a nice crisp white shirt that was pressed and starched by Ms. Thomas. I remember the creases on the shirt and thought to myself, what an impressive ironing job she had done. Once clothed and ready, I made my way downstairs with the continued smell of Earl Grey in my nose but this time with an addition of fresh eggs and bacon. Ms. Thomas always did a great job with her breakfast spread. As I entered the dining room the table spread was the usual. Hot Earl Grey tea, fresh biscuits, fried eggs over hard and bacon. The condiments lined the table, grape jelly, strawberry preserves, butter and all the fixings one can imagine.

Breakfast was great, and it was now time to make the journey to my interview. The weather was beautiful and the walk to the train station was brisk and cool. You could see some people in light jackets due to the coolness of the morning. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful morning indeed. I walked past the butcher’s shop and was wondering what I would grab from there to celebrate on my way back home. The meats were hanging in the window and you could see the nice pieces of aged steak, all different sizes and cuts. Steak, that’s what we will be having tonight.

The walk up the stairs to the train was swift and quick. Once at the top of the stairs, I looked around and saw the various passengers waiting for the train. There was an old lady clutching her purse, a young man with his book bag on the way to school. There was a businessman with his briefcase and jacket as well as a fine tailored suite with the lapel showing. I wondered what kind of work he did. Was he a doctor, politician, businessman, etc. Suddenly, there she was!She was wearing a long white dress and you could see from the slit on the side of the dress that she was wearing red boots. She was wearing the kind of dress you would see at a debutant ball. Her shoes were bright red and they appeared to be leather boots. She appeared in my peripheral view and what caught my eye was her hair. Her long amazing blonde hair. Her hair was actually bright and yellow and looked like it was glowing. It reminded me of the book I read as a child of Goldilocks and the three bears. I remember thinking to myself, that must be goldilocks. I wanted to get a glimpse of her face, but she was further down the platform. I followed behind wanting to see who this beautiful hair lady was. You could hear the train approaching, as the passengers stepped aside to make way for the approaching train. I lost sight of her when the train doors opened. I made it onto the packed train and found a seat.

The ride was approximately thirty minutes. In my haste to get in the train and find a seat, I completely forgot about the woman with the yellow hair. At the halfway point, I was busily reading and preparing for my interview, when the bell dinged for the next stop. The bell usually dinged as a warning that your stop was less than a minute away. Suddenly I felt funny right at that moment of the ding. The tingling sensation you feel when something isn’t right. The hairs in the back of my neck began to stand. I felt a coldness that didn’t fit into the setting. I had that gut feeling of dread come over me. I remember thinking to myself, what is this, why am I feeling this way? My palms were sweating and the sweat beads on my head began to form. I thought to myself what is going on. I looked up and there she was. Staring right at me, the most beautiful being I had ever seen. There was not a blemish on her face. She had the most brilliant illuminating blue eyes looking straight at me, straight through me. Her face was pale, the pale you see in death before any cosmetics have been used. Despite the extreme paleness, it didn’t take away from the extreme beauty I was beholding. She had rosy cheeks, with a nose that was tiny and pointed straight up. The nose you would find on the most conceited of aristocrats. Her eyebrows were yellow to match her hair and she had the most gorgeous eyelashes that fit perfectly onto her pale face. When our eyes met, she smiled. I could not believe or comprehend the beauty I was looking at. I smiled back but couldn’t break the sensation that continued to grow in my mind. As she continued to stare at me, I felt myself getting disoriented and I wasn’t sure if that was based on her shear beauty or something else.  As I stared back at her, the beauty was so intense that right before my very eyes, she began to change.  Her appearance and face were so perfect that I began to see what lay behind her face.

Suddenly, there was an intense pain in my stomach, the unbearable pain you feel when your intestines are being twisted inside your stomach. As I began to sweat, like someone just coming out of the shower, I noticed more eyes on me. I remember the gentleman with the briefcase asking me if I was alright, but throughout this experience I couldn’t break the gaze of her stare. In this moment of unimaginable pain, I watched her transformation. The paleness became even paler to the point of white. The white you see on freshly cleaned set of teeth. The intense beauty began to change to extreme defectiveness. The closer I looked the more alarmed I became. Behind her face was sorrow, dread, plagues, death and hell itself and the evil contained in it.

The pain was so bad at this point I was slumped over in my seat with an expression of pure horror on my face. The beautiful blue eyes now appeared to be the most dreadful blue one could only find on the path to perdition. "Ding" the train bells chimed. In shock, and in an immense amount of pain and trembling, I used every ounce of strength I had left to lift up my hand and point to the most dreadful site I had ever seen. As the passengers moved their gaze from me to see what I was so fixed on and terrified of, the door had opened and I could only see the blond yellow hair stepping of the train and the train doors closing. The passengers looked back at me with a perplexed look on their faces. Just the way it began, it was over. No one seemed to have noticed the woman or the hair, or even see her exit the train. That was the last day I took the train.