Be the Change_Well isn't this RICH_The City and The Artist_A Love Song for Dolores
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Be the Change
Avatar sat like a mute, amongst the elders of the village, gathered under the bawww.onedoor.ccnyan tree. It’s shade extended beyond the entrance of the old haveli, where they were guests of honour. They were seated cross-legged, his father, his uncle and the girl‘s father, sipping tea while discussing his engagement ceremony. Avatar could never understand why his father preferred to sip hot tea in a stainless steel tumbler, on a sweltering afternoon.He preferred a cool glass of lemonade with ice floating on the surface. He tried to sit cross-legged like the others, to please his father, but he felt his musc...
Well isn't this RICH
The air was cool but she could still feel the bead of sweat roll down her back. She'd been sitting in her piece of shit car for the past 30 minutes waiting on the tow truck driver. Deciding he was going to let her melt in that damned car she walked across the street and took refuge in the library. It smelled like dust and paper inside but she wasn't going to get heatstroke in there so she nodded to the librarian and started walking the isles of books looking for something to pass the time. The building was huge with book after book lining the walls and shelves. Fiction. Poetry. Non-ficti...
The City and The Artist
That’s the thing about this city, for ten months of the year it seems that nothing happens but, during these two months, it comes alive. It is summer moving gently into autumn with balmy nights and extended daylight hours. Frantic February and Mad March, the locals nickname the months and artists of all shapes, sizes and colours fill the city, usually from across the world. This year, is a little different and there are no visitors from overseas, yet artists from within come out of the shadows of the last year. As I walk the street, a street usually filled with cars honking out their daily ann...
A Love Song for Dolores
TW: murder, gore, threats of sexual violence Well, I suppose I didn’t have to kill him. And I guess I didn’t have to kill him in such a gruesome way, but what’s a girl like me to do? I had to stop this. This daydreaming about hungry pigs and screams not heard. I had to get on with the mechanics of cleaning up the kill site. I herded the pigs back outside, burned the clothes I was wearing, burned the clothes he was wearing, and cleaned up the blood from the floor, though it wasn’t much. The pigs licked most of it up. They are so cute when they eat!My fingerprints were everywhere, as expected. I...