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Everything palls in the summer. Palsy figures , serene minds , rapture! Only the piecemeal crumble of thought will perish that feeling of relief ,oozing your body from every possible hole.And What is truth ,for a somnambulist it’s the dream for the. cynical.But we live our dream in the summer, up in the treehouse that we built ,where we are alone and we feel alive , lying down gazing into the deep oblivion. Our consolidated consciousness resides in a strange yet quite familiar room whose floor shifts when a shaft of...
“I knew you will forget about the markers and colour pencils”“I’m so so sorry” your awkward face projected into my eyes.I turned away from you and looked out the star-carved window. “I should get it” the wood creaked rapidly and the grass rustled. You left me, forever.--------------------------------------“Turn right and your destination would be on your left”I make the turn and see...
April 7th. It was one of my favourite days besides Christmas and New Year’s. It was this day 9 years ago that I became a girlfriend, Jeremiah’s girlfriend. We were two playful teenagers with a multitude of similarities and feisty attitudes that isolated us from the rest. He’s the only person that brought me back to reality when I began treading too dangerously, close to slipping off the edge. He’s the only per...
Grey eyes looked longingly through the large stained glass. There stood a hand mannequin, elegantly posing and advertising a golden glittering ring.
It was the late evening in December nineteen, Della stood in front of the jewelry store with freezing hands cupped to her face. Her tattered brown trench coat billowed as the cold breeze blew. Inside, she wore a simple green button-up shirt and blue jeans. Her brown boots dug into the snow piling up on the sidewalk.
Della rubbed her...
“Have you ever wondered why… why we live like this? Not just us, but everyone. It’s weird.”
The heat outside was unbearable that day. Colorado winters can drop down to temps that would scare away a bear, and now that I think about it, it does. But people forget that summers in some Colorado counties can be just as hot as Arizona. All the birds and clouds must have been blown away by the hot wind, allowing the sun ...
RICKToday is the day I talk to her. Today I won’t chicken out. I will walk up to her and say hello and she will say hello back. Then I will introduce myself and have a nice little conversation with her. It would be perfect.I am still in bed. There’s water dripping from the ceiling again. It must have rained during the night. I’ve complained about the leak quite a few times but no one seems to bother. I’ll have to fix it myself.I ge...
A silver needle went through a white fabric, dragging a yellow thread, continuing the flower-like pattern.
Then the needle pricked a finger and blood stained the white cloth.
Payton just sighed and placed her unfinished work aside. Taking a spare cloth from another basket beside her wooden rocking chair painted with white paint and pink flowers.
As she rubbed her finger, he...
From anticipation, pure excitement, to deep-seeded depression. These past five years had been a roller coaster of emotions.
Would this be yet another heartbreak? Would it fill us with anguish? Could this break us up?
I sat with my head in my hands, hair falling around my face, a stray tear landing on my lap.
"Honey, is everything okay in there? You have been in there for quite some time," My husband...
"I promise you, hell will resurrect the dead if I don’t get this job today". The interview was scheduled for 11 am on 5th August 2019. Few minutes to time, someone came out of the room and said, "I suppose you are waiting for the interview?"
"I am sorry; we have closed for tod...
Kentucky, Tuck to his friends, sat back on his haunches, admiring the freshly painted handrail running the length of Mrs. Robin’s front steps. Lovingly carved from an oak tree Tuck’s parents had planted 50 years ago, the handrail would allow Mrs. Robins to manage the 4-step elevation without risk of falling again. The feeling of exhilaration at having solved someone else’s problem never faded away. It stoked a fire deep inside Tuck’s chest where he had thought only embers lay. Tuck gathered up...
And there it was. Unprompted, unannounced, maybe unwelcome, but not unexpected. You heard the words, you can actually see them in the air. But you... you’re afraid. You know what has to come next. “Just say it”, you tell yourself. “Just say it. You have to say it”.
“Well, if no one objects to this course of action...”, the Counselor said. His words drift off, as if it is obvious this course of action is b...
I was online talking to friend jack instant messaging , and we started talking about a strange rumor about a story online circulating about a magical cab ride where it takes you where you have to go not where you want to go. I said “ jack your spending too much time reading to many crazy stories remember we can’t believe everything you see on the internet“ steven I’m telling you its real !“dude I’m goin...
Her feet slammed into the pavement as she ran down the hill from her house. Her head bobbed from side to side, desperately searching for a glimpse of brown fur as she called the same name, over and over.Evelyn hated running. Despised it. Whenever she had to run a mile in gym class, she faked cramps. The irony was not lost on her now as her side cramped painfully.Her father was the runner in the family. Every day that she could remember, he was up at dawn to run, and so...
I met my best friend, Sophie, in pre-k.Back then, she wore her hair in a thick, dark bob with straight bangs. Every single day, she would come to school wearing an atrociously patterned skirt with matching leggings. My fashion sense wasn’t much better. I think my whole wardrobe consisted of a single cherry-patterned dress and a baby blue fuzzy sweater.I was rather outgoing when I was younger and was generally at least acquaintances with all the girls in the class. (Boys had cooties.) So, I knew of Sophie in a we’re-in-the-sa...
“Hey!” A clink at my window. I looked up from my book. I was sprawled across my bed, red hair strewn across the pillow. I should’ve been getting ready for bed, but I was way too comfortable to get up now, and besides, I was at a good part in The Princess Bride. It’s one of my favorite books in the universe. The whole thing’s incredible. I could read it over and over again. I find something new to love about it every single time I open it. I think that’s what makes it a truly great book. More sounds from the window. I...
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