Cancer Case_TULASI_Aaidan_The Fox, the Boy, and the Tree
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Cancer Case
*Trigger Warning: Cancer, Suspenseful*“Breathe, Harley! Breathe!” He begged. She gasped for air as he wrapped his arms around her gently, his body tense and his mind racing with questions that needed answers. It felt as if the taxi driver didn’t care that his best friend was dying. “Breathe, damnit!” He pleaded, rubbing her back as they flew past the walking pedestrians and the wait signs. He had paid the taxi driver extra to hurry and get them to the hospital. “Just relax, we’re almost there.” He told her. Her small frame was tense and she was shaking like jello, practically gasping for air a...
TULASI
Tulasi was watching from her balcony. A lady was dragging her unwilling child to a nearby kindergarten school. The girl was crying and reluctantly followed her mother. It was a just a routine mundane sight. Tulasi felt disturbed. But it stirred her innate emotions. She was left with an empty feeling. Though no body in her family blamed her as a barren tree, she felt the pinch. Whenever she spotted a mother with a child she felt as though she was the only unlucky person on earth to be left barren. How she wished to be a woman carrying a baby of her own! She longed to have a child. On an earlie...
Aaidan
It was a hot day in the Bubble, and I cried out in pain as Xanda broke my arm in two. Twwww.onedoor.cco of his hands grabbed my neck, and I gasped for air while my remaining arm punched him repeatedly in his ribs. After a brief struggle, I glanced up at the Princeps, who scratched his forehead with his left paw.My palm slammed the dirt twice, and the crowd roared.Xanda's hands immediately let go of my throat. I tried to get up, but the pain from my broken arm had made me woozy. The red sun swam before my eyes. I vaguely felt my body being lifted into a stretcher before my vision faded to black.****I shivere...
The Fox, the Boy, and the Tree
Glaring, and monstrous, the orange of his back gleaming in the bright kitchen lights, his tail, bushy and swaying, he stood there, 14 inches tall and stoic. I swallowed. Rox the fox was a perfectly good excuse to reject my friend Arlo's invitation to hang out. I would have succeeded in my endeavor to deny his invite too, if it hadn't been for the fact that I had lost my house key at school today. Arlo was a dangly 12 year-old who seemed incapable of protecting me against his good friend. Ever since I had stepped inside Rox's domain (Arlo's house), Rox had watched my every move. I swear those y...