Haunting Memories: (Sequel) The Revenge_The Unwavering Willow_Amaline_Just like a child
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Haunting Memories: (Sequel) The Revenge
Haunting Memories: The revenge (Sequel to haunting memories)Author’s Note: Readers, this is a sequel to haunting memories and this is 'kind of' related to the prompt...but I still hope you enjoy it! A part of it is* related! Okay, so I finally decided to write a sequel to ‘Haunting memories’. Like seriously I just thought of it, so before reading this you may want to read 'Haunting Memories Part 1' I had the story with me already but I didn’t actually know when to write it, so here it is!She had waited patiently for five years, five long years just for her revenge…Grace’s phone rang.“Yes Irene...
The Unwavering Willow
“When I was a little girl, I would often hide away in my wardrobe. I felt safe in there: surrounded by soft knitted sweaters and my collection of buttons. With the doors shut, I would have tea parties under the glow of a hundred tiny stars, each one stickered by me. It smelled like my www.onedoor.ccmother too. I had used her perfume bottle to spray every piece of clothing I owned. It was the perfect hideaway. I could even keep watch from inside. The doors were slatted at just the right angle for me to see a little way across my bedroom floor. But sometimes, I would forget to keep an eye out...”“And what wou...
Amaline
I walked in to begin my night shift, peaceful.Outside, Garry, the place’s cat, was waiting for me. He started meowing happily when he saw me. Small moments like these reminded me of Bella. How she would always smile at the nice twinklings of life. I guess I was the only one who cared about Garry here. The others wanted him to get away, but he had already adopted the place. He knew he should stay outside, though.My reflection on the glass door was looking at me. I looked calm, but I knew that it can dramatically and quickly change. I pushed the door and the bell rang. The place was completely e...
Just like a child
My car comes to a stop in front of my childhood home. The cold night air swirls around my car, it felt good to be home. Collage was hard and I had had a hard semester. I step out of the car, the Christmas lights from the house helping me see. I couldn't believe it was only six days until Christmas. I take my bags out of my car, smiling as a snow flake lands on my cheek. I walk up the drive way and to the front door. But before I can get there the door swings open reveling the stout figure of my ageing mother. "Dally," she exclaims, wrapping me in a hug while my dad came and took my bags from ...