The Ties That Bind_At Spoken Word_The Best Winter's Day_The Masquerader
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The Ties That Bind
“The family wants us to sort this out—”“Stop speaking in the collective. You want to sort this out,” she spat.“Of course I do,” he said sharply. He took a breath awww.onedoor.ccnd exhaled dramatically, looking at his younger sister. Her jaw set. Eyes ablaze. This was never going to be easy. “Look, it’s not my fault dad named me the executor of his will.”“Who else would he name,” she replied, dry as vermouth.She had a point.“Dad didn’t leave a lot of instructions,” he muttered. “Typical.”“What did you expect,” she said, waving off his whining with an open hand. “It’s not hard to pide up the money now. His as...
At Spoken Word
Teddy walks up on stage nervously. He’s wearing khaki shorts and a polo, his prosthetics showing, but he’s proud of them now. He doesn’t care what conclusions people jump to.He wouldn’t read us his poem before he left the house. All he said was that he was going to be honest and we shouldn’t come if we weren’t going to be okay with that. Of course, we told him we’d support him no matter what. Sometimes, I look at him and see the scared little boy in the hospital all those years ago, when Tyler just wouldn’t wake up. Sometimes, I look at him and see the brave little boy who never gave up hop...
The Best Winter's Day
She will never forget that day. The rain beat down on her bedroom window and the wind was howling through the one tree that was in her backyard so hard that she thought that the whole tree would come through her window. She scooted to the end of the bed and winced when the coolness of the floor touched her feet. She slid her pink bunny slippers on feet and they flipped and flopped as she walked towards the bedroom window. She pulled the ivory white curtain back and took a peak. She thought that the rain would never stop. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly conscious of her chest movin...
The Masquerader
Mr. Goba was a messenger. He had a black beard, blue eyes, and a very small pile of brown hair in the very center of his head, surrounded by a lake of skin. He had been hired to deliver a package to the resident of house number 666、 He walked down the dark eerie street that had a single streetlight, far away, shivering, while the sinister winds tried to drive its roots out of the earth. The glowing rock in the sky, let a single stream of pale silver light, trickle through the dark clouds, just enough to see where he was going. He walked toward an old broken down house with moldy planks that mi...