Strange Hobby, Strange Happenings_Blood on my hands_The Last Trees_' You did it! '
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Strange Hobby, Strange Happenings
Stella listens to the faint sound of her mother's aerobics tape playing through the crack of the door. The voice of the teacher is overly enthusiastic, almost tinny, she could hear the consistent creaking of her mothers' feet pounding the old wood of their house. It is a familiar almost comforting sound now, it means she has time uninterrupted. She moves from her desk to a stretch of wall in between the door and the closet where a small table sits. On top of the table is a glass enclosure, where beetles crawl around on twigs. A light warmed the space she searched for her newest; it was a rhin...
Blood on my hands
Can you see the blood on my hands? Me neither, but I know it’s there. I can feel it, like acid on my skin. It writhes and burns, and sometimes, just out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of it. But not often.I don’t know whose blood it is, and I don’t know how it got there. I have no memory of it. I have no memory of anything apart from the last two days. Two days ago, I opened my eyes, and found myself standing in small general store, my hand outstretched to pick up a can of beans. It never made it. I just stood and stared at my hand, seemingly floating and disembodied from me; that’...
The Last Trees
It’s not her fault; she told me not to go. I’ve only seen pictures of trees and blue skies. All the screens in the hallways, projecting something that we’ve lost. I can’t stand it anymore - living underground in metal rooms and recycled air and only the stories of the elders to keep the memory of the time we lived above ground alive. It’s not her fault; she told me not to go. My mother, always with the worried look and the asthmatic cough we all have from breathing filtered air our whole lives. But I’m tired - I have to know. I have to see for myself where the ladders lead and why the suited w...
' You did it! '
This is the story of a girl named Sandra. Sandra, I am sure you like this name but this is the journey of her life. Sandra a very cute litle blonde girl born in the city of Bangalore, India. She lacked confidence because of which she was always bullied in her high school, unable to take any decision for herself. Her parents were always worried about her. Sandra always looked up to being an actor but never told anybody about her dream. His brother always underestimated her, he always said one ine repeatedly to her, ' You cannot do anything in your life and you ar the most stupid person I have e...