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Story in progress***I do miss my home. The beautiful rose garden my mother has toiled over, my grandfather's sagging cane chair, which swings a bit sadly without it's occupant, the smell of pungent spices which blend together and draw out a million different memories playing out over my tongue. I just hate the people who live in it. Each time my feet hit the pebbled garden path to the door, my muscles ache from all the cramps of the 5 hr long bus journey. In hindsight, I could have waited fo...
*Warning Sensitive Topics*I lay silent, keeping my eyes shut, where have I ended up? Will I open my eyes and find myself kneeling in front of God himself? Or will Satan be laughing as I descend into the depths of Hell? Beeping noises fill my ears, and I match my breathing to the steady rise and fall of the sounds. I wait a moment longer before peaking from the curtains of my eyelids. Well, Hell is either really plain, or Heaven is super overhyped on Earth.Suddenly a glass door on the far side of the cre...
Chantelle didn’t usually leave much at Cory’s house. Once in a while she forgot a jacket or, once, her housekey. She’d never asked to leave a toothbrush there, and he’d never offered, so she typically kept it, a change of clothes, and other potential necessities packed neatly in a satchel.
That was why she was shocked when Cory emerged from his basement with a small flowered purse and interrupted her ...
This can't be real. This can't be how it ends. Staring back at my own reflection, I didn't recognise myself. Nothing could ever be the same again. I could never be the same again. I found myself noticing insignificant things about my complexion, trying to make sense of this situation. My eyes were round and the colour of honey. Staring into my own eyes unsettled me, as it felt as though I was looking at someone ...
She sits motionless in her armchair. She hears her neighbors shouting, and laughing, simply alive. She stares at her book of Virginia Woolf’s The Room of One’s Own and never turns the page over for the last hour. Is she reading? Is she pretending reading? Is it just an escape from her reality? Is it just fantasy?
She is half dead, half alive. She remembers that she h...
Twelve hours of international travel later and Cecilia could finally drag her over packed pink suitcase into her apartment. As she flopped down onto her plump brown sofa she gave a great sigh of relief. She was so ready to be home and within her space again. She loved visiting her friends in London but they were so high energy she wondered how she ever survived going to University with them. Pubs, clubs and drugs, it hur...
Why did I always think things like this were happening to someone else? In fact, we all always think that, don’t we?
But to be honest I never even thought of such a thing until that chilly spring day.
And yet, they were not so long ago, today I am only twenty years older. Yes, it just seems like centuries have passed or I don’t even know which unit of measurement to use.
I was comin...
I looked down at my feet while I waited for somebody to let me in. I wasn’t really willing to go inside, but I had already promised I would be there. No, actually... I mentioned it would, but I knew my friend had high hopes. And I couldn't let another person down...theAs soon as the door swung open, I could see my friend smiling at me, hoping I would do the same. He knew I wouldn’t, but he was still wishing my lips would curve upwards one day. “You made it” he said, more than happy to see me. And ...
Henry Smith was not sure where he was. It felt as though he had been sinking, deeper and deeper, and was now slowly coming up for air. He could hear people shouting all around him, their words, indistinct and strangely muffled, hitting his ears along with a cacophony of other noises Henry couldn’t place. As his senses slowly returned, he became aware that he was lying down. However, he was not stationary. In fact, he almost felt as though he were floating. The feeling was rather pleasant and Henry vaguely wondered if he was dreaming.<...
When I was a child, I was always very happy when I received new toys, although I do have to say that my all-time favorite toy had to be a Baby Alive doll that my parents first bought me when I was only a year old.
This doll meant the world to me because when my parents and I lived in Mexico, we did not have much money, but somehow my parents managed to save up some money to buy my first toy. This doll meant so muc...
“Leave. Now.” Even as Isaiah spoke these two words, he could barely breathe. Shackles gripped his throat, tightening and tightening until he choked with rage and fury. He panted, gasping for breath and struggling to loosen these chains.
“Leave,” he repeated, his voice barely steady. “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Then just listen. Please.”
Isaiah would not meet her eyes; he did not want to give her...
Whoever knew that something so small would mean so much to me?
I was a little girl living in Dhaka, Bangladesh, filling my days with sharp pain while ma screamed at the air for dad to come back home. We lived in a small brown house, I recently got my room which I decorated with sticks and flowers, and ma made me a doll. I loved that doll, but ma was always so extra, she gave her mud shoes, she said they w...
“Say you’re sorry,” Craig said to the jerk as he held him in a rear-naked choke.
He was tightening his arms around the guy’s head and neck. He had no problem knocking him out if he had to. This guy had not only made a few inappropriate comments to his girlfriend, Ashley, but he had also messed up her hair. No one was ever going to put their hands on Craig’s girlfriend and get away with it. Ashley was loo...
The moment her father died, a dense fog settled into the hospice room. Distantly she heard the heart monitor flatline, a high-pitched drone that made its home in the back of her head. She held his hand. It was still warm. A nurse came in, moving in exaggerated slow-motion, checking her father’s pulse, calling a code in room 182A. Nova could barely see the other nurses or the doctor through the fog, even as...
The night is resoundingly quiet, not a soul wanders the cool streets. So the clicking of my heels thunders like the clouds above me. I can’t even hold back the cliche melancholy washing over me anymore.
I should be in the packed gymnasium, visiting my old best friends, my old teammates, my favorite teachers, but instead, I’m wandering the street like a lost puppy looking for its mom.
I tried to go, I re...
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