First snow-tact_ND-M08、txt_When the Glass Shatters_Easy Eyes
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First snow-tact
Tyson tapped his brother’s shoulder in a staccato rhythm, but the melody failed to interrupt the hypnotic trance of endless scrolling. In the world of virtual sports, Neal was a god, and nothing pleased his older brother as much as adoring comments from his patrons. Next, Tyson resorted to tugging on his brother's sweatshirt and thieving his ear-buds out of his two giant ears. Finally, using all the strength in his ten-year-old arms he wheeled his brother away from the computer screen, one strained step at a time. At last, Neal acknowledged him by picking up his soda, pouring half the drink d...
ND-M08、txt
I’ve always knownwww.onedoor.cc I was different, from my peers. ‘Not like the other girls’. The other girls could make friends easily, move fluidly, wear dresses and dance in the sun. They could stay up all night discussing which celebrities were and weren’t attractive. They could walk through metal detectors without causing international incidents.Perhaps some of that is relatable to you. Some of it, I assume, is not. I have read that self-doubt, insecurities, isolation, are all quintessential parts of the teenage experience. By that metric alone, I must have been automatically equipped to be one of the mo...
When the Glass Shatters
When it rains, it pours. Or rather: When the glass shatters, everything breaks. In their case, it’s the entire universe. After the deed has been done, it’s easy to claim that it was an accident. I didn’t mean it rises to Henley’s lips even more often than I didn’t really do anything. She did, though, and she knows it. The mere lack of action is never enough of an excuse, enough of a get-out-of-jail-free card……that is, if humanity (humanities?) didn’t have more pressing concerns right now than determining whether acute thumb-twiddling is enough of a mea culpa for government work. These days, i...
Easy Eyes
A man who has lost his sight misses the world more than a man who has never experienced it; at least that’s what Jafari says. Wesley was Jafari’s nephew and for the past 3 years, his caretaker—albeit, Jafari preferred him to identify as the former.Jafari was sitting in the patio, staring out towards the beach he couldn’t see.Wesley recalled their conversation years ago when he started as caretaker.“You know how I lost my eyes?” Jafari asked.“It was an accident when you were coaching football, wasn’t it?” Wesley noted the scars around Jafari’s eyes but didn’t dare to comment.Jafari scowled, “Th...