All This and a Box of Matches_Restoration_The not so perfect love story_Nara's Appointment
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All This and a Box of Matches
I skipped the seminar on plastic.I don’t like the way it smells when it goes up.Tight. Taut smell.The smoke billows in a way I can’t appreciate.They forgot to book one of the outdoor spaces, so they wouldn’t even be able to let the smoke go up too much before they’d have to put it out, or they’d tip off the hotel that we’re not actually a stamp-collecting convention.A thousand people and not one stamp in sight. You’d think somebody would be tipped off, but people avoid the boring the way they used to avoid lepers, and as soon as you pretend to show an interest in philately, they start backing ...
Restoration
The sky was a perfect blue on a fine Friday afternoon, the wind whispered its little secrets and the air held in it an enticing mellowness. The rhythmic swoosh of the air outside, a mellifluous sound that ought to have brought serenity but it didn’t. The day was seemingly perfect but it really couldn’t have started any worse. Timothy sat on a couch, completely immersed in a book. His girlfriend, Stephany, lay on another couch at a right angle with the one on which he sat. She watched him as he read. He’d been reading for hours and she wished she could stop him. His eyes were stained with crims...
The not so perfect love story
Trigger warning: suicideHi, I'm Kris. You may not know me and that's fine, I really don't care to be quite honest with you. You don't need to really know me, but I hope you'll at least stick around to hear my story.Well you see it's not actually my story, it's Kira and Prince's story. Let me colour in the blank space that is your mind's canvass. I'm Kris, the common house fly. You see me, find me irritating and almost always want me to die or just leave you alone. I apologize in advance for my presence being a nuisance in your home, but enough about me. I just wanted to tell you about somethin...
Nara's Appointment
Nara was perched on a park bench, savoring the fine summer air, when the old man came into view. He was dressed in a grey suit, and, aside from a slight hobble, moved rather gracefully down the path. Humming contentedly to himself, the old man settled on a bench all the way across the playground, right in the center of a glorious patch of sunlight. A couple minutes passed. Nara quietly kept her eyes on the old man, who affectionately watched a group of childwww.onedoor.ccren play from over his unfurled newspaper. It was a good day, a peaceful day. All week the weather had been horrible, and Nara had suffer...