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Ten-year-old Thomas Edwards, whom we will call Tom, remains very still in his seat, trying to keep attention away from him as much as possible. Perhaps, even make his existence in the room smaller than the object recently laid in the centre of the sitting room. He doesn’t know why he was called here nor does he know the woman standing in front of the fireplace. “It’s-it’s. . it’s a gift! To repay the k-kindness you’ve shown my husband. . .” stammers feebly by the lanky woman to Tom’s parents. Tom anticipatingly look...
I see him. He's talking with the foreman on the other sidewalk, wearing a white polo shirt with slim black pants.I remember his hair turned a brownish hue when the rays of the sun touched his hair.Now the sun reveals a very blackened hair, probably coloured with dye to hide the signs of aging. I don't know why I find him so recognizable, especially after all those years but after catching sight of him a few weeks ago, I couldn't shake the idea that seemed too improbable and suspensely waite...
C/TW: Mention of Death.~It’s peculiar, isn’t it? How some distance can make everything seem so small?For example, we have the sprawled stars that have kept men company from the very beginning.What about a hare per se?. . .They might not seem so interesting, especially in comparison to other incredible beings such as eagles, dolphins, and elephants but maybe after this story, you might have something to say. Just take a second, closer glance...
I’m flipping through my binder. Going back in time and moving forward slowly as I skim through elaborately written notes and post-its. I’m not using my phone today because I want to save the battery for emergencies. I stop at the last entry I have written, a small reminder I have written for myself at the bottom of a very cramped but organized page.Reminder: SCIENCE QUIZ BEE ON FEBRUARY 24 AT 4 PM!! Remind mama to drive you on her way to the barber with Alex. Good luck!!!I hear my br...
C/TW: Death.I hear them arguing outside my room.“Noah, PLEASE, we can’t leave him like this, we CAN’T be like this.”“Jade, look-Jade, just listen to me! Look at me! You are being emotional. You aren’t thinking rationally! We have a life here and-”“We HAD a life here, Noah, we HAD!”My mom lets out a wail. A loud and terrible sickly wail that grips at your heart and makes your hai...
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