All You Need Is a Cat_The Doll House_Good Old Man_The Day Time Cracked and Love was Wasted
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All You Need Is a Cat
Winston never liked England in March. He didn't like the unreliable weather, constant dampness in the air, and the seemingly never-ending days. It held a dreariness in it that no other months did. But Rosemary loved March, and Winston loved Rosemary. She spent hours creating shamrock garlands, baking loaves of Irish soda bread, and singing the Prady song in her soft dulcet tones. She lit up during March, her lips quirking up into a smile that didn't fade until April 1、 For Rosemary, March brought her back to a simpler time, a time when nothing mattered but young love and happiness. It only ma...
The Doll House
Stephen Graham leaned on his handlebars, staring at his watch and fighting the compulsion to turn his bike around and race home. In bed by 8:30 PM. Even in the summer, his parents permitted no exceptions. As the seconds ticked away, the knot in his stomach cinched down so hard that it hunched him over. His fingers went weak. He wanted to vomit. Alone in the twilight, on a newly paved street tucked in the back of a working-class subpision, Stephen watched 8:30 come and go, and the winding tension… evaporated. He was late. He’d pay dearly for it later, but he couldn’t undo his decision. As if ...
Good Old Man
Every day, Shauna walked to school, she would pass his house. Every day she would see him peering through the window. His eyes were piercing like a hawk. His nose was pointed like a beak. His skin was wrinkled and pale. Sometimes, Shauna would see him come out of his house to tend his garden. He www.onedoor.ccwas a thin tall man. His house was a large, brick house with an oddly sharp and pointy roof. His lawn was well kept, but mysteriously so. You could see the man tending his garden from time to time, but no one ever saw him cut the grass, which one could swear that his lawn never increased in height. Du...
The Day Time Cracked and Love was Wasted
This story contains mild offensive languageThere comes a time in life, after the wonder and mystery of adolescence has receded into only the deepest corners of our memories, when the truth of one’s intention calls to action a dire decision. Greek mythology teaches us about the idea of twin flames; when the Great Spirit, or God, took a soul and split it in half. The twins are drawn to one another, they feel familiar and in tune with the very beat of the other’s heart. A fantasy of a thought unless of course, you have had a chance to love your twin flame. A twin flame does not always have to be ...