Fairytale Romance_The Night I Remebered Her_A Wish upon a Bone_The Mind-Boggling Anti-Logic of a Tyr
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Fairytale Romance
Fairytale RomancePresent Day Jessica sat in the corner of a bustling coffee shop, sipping her delicious latte while people watching. She had learned the hard way to cherish these moments of peace. As I watched another couple holding hands, my mind drifted back to the beginning of my own fairy tale romance or so had I thought. As a matter of fact, it all started here.Six Months Ago Jessica had been enjoying her lunch at this same coffee shop. Looked him and lost herself in her romance novel again. It wasn’t until he spoke that she realized he was standing in front of her. ...
The Night I Remebered Her
My night alone with myselfThis was a very long night, it had much to do with thoughts, I don’t like those kinds of thoughts in which my heart seems to enjoy visiting time to time. It’s never mentioned how whimsical it has been while visiting these thoughts, but it endures its epiphany, it has its charm. There are many stories, but one in particular seems to repeat itself, the one in the mirror. The ONE, myself. I hear my voice louder than most as I simultaneously hear everyone else’s. It’s a strange moment to navigate through, yet it’s a familiar one. The conversations, ebbing and flowing, the...
A Wish upon a Bone
“Thanks a lot.”The bitter words left Mary’s mouth and harpooned themselves in Tima’s chest. In an instant, Mary had bounded down the stairs leaving behind the foul air of a rotten exchange. Tima bit her lower lip and fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Ross, Mary’s father, stared at the space left behind by his daughter, turned to Tima and offered an apology for his daughter’s behavior. Tima shook her head, smiled shyly and watched Ross hurriedly follow his daughter. It was a while before Tima closed the door to the house and walked into the kitchen. Her mother stood in front of the sink and to...
The Mind-Boggling Anti-Logic of a Tyrant
Warning: This story contains death, mental illness, and the senselessness of war.The small brown rabbit hopped from shadow to shadow through the underbrush, his sister followed close behind. Razin stopped suddenly and Fizza hopped right into his backside. “Oof!” Giggle.Razin whispered, “Stop. What have I been teaching you?”Fizza rolled her eyes, “Be careful when venturing out into open spaces.”“Okay then. Let me look.” Razin cautiously parted the ferns and peeked through the opening, the fronds tickled his nose like feathers, he stifled a sneeze with his paw. Fizza giggled and Raisin sighed. “...