Love conquers it all_The Next Good Day_A New Baby_Two birds in the hand
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Love conquers it all
Summer break is over.It time for another exhausting,fun,thrilling semester after the two months break we were given.Well,the break was interesting because I became someone's girlfriend so I had this sweet relationship goals with my boyfriend,Joshua.Joshua and I met at a supermarket few weeks ago when I went to get some groceries for my mom.We actually bumped into each other when we both went for a pack of tacos simultaneously.A little spark occurred between us.In my mind I was wondering who this handsome guy was until he broke the little silence.‘I am so..sorry,you can go for it first' he said...
The Next Good Day
TW: suicideDr. Delaney visits every Tuesday, at eight o’clock sharp. It goes like this: she knocks three times, in succession, but with no particular rhythm; she calls out our name through the door, softly, and only once; she leaves. Though she intrudes on our treasured evenings together, we admire her persistence,www.onedoor.cc her punctuality. Still, we cannot comply with her wishes—even if we begin to listen for the staccato of her feet outside the door. Tonight is no different. She arrives, she knocks, she waits, and so do we.“Levi? It’s Jan,” she announces, as if we’d be expecting anybody else. For a m...
A New Baby
“Are you there God? It’s me, Annie. I want to know if you are really real.” That’s how I start my prayer. I am four, kneeling by the side of my bed, praying for my new baby brother. At least that is the way it is in my memory. I know I am four because I am exactly four years older than Adam and he was just born. Today is the day Mommy and Daddy will bring him home from the hospital. It is winter. It is snowing. I am worried. Grandma is standing by the window with the lacy curtain pulled to the side so she can see the road. In a low voice, She says. “This looks like a blizzard.” Then she looks...
Two birds in the hand
Two Birds in the Hand. “Presto!” Magnificent Marconi’s gloved hand produced yet another dove, this time a black one. The odd-colored birds’ obsidian feathers reflected the sunlight of this clear day. Another birthday party, another payday. More birds to buy, Magnificent Marconi knew as he released the black and the white one as well to the clear skies, frightening them enough to make them flap their wings hard, putting on an extra show for the cheering kiddies and even the bored parents. He afforded a glance at those bored parents, working on figuring out how drunk they can get without being a...