Mother_Break Free_Tallying Dreams_Rain, Dust, and Final Chimes
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Mother
Don't try to please me; there is nothing you can do that will be good enough. Buy me groceries and fail to get the things I enjoy most. Take me to town to get my own groceries and refuse to pay for them. I’ll ask for advice and you’ll offer your best words, but when things go wrong it can’t possibly be my fault. Visit me more! I'll tell you how much I look forward to your visits and then I'll count the moments until you leave. I'll tell you how proud I am of you and when your brother calls, he'll know in how many ways you failed me. Recommend your doctor to me and I’ll ask for specifics o...
Break Free
The moonlight maintained a brilliant glow that night, but only through the fractured peaks of the Southern Rockies. Jaxon Finch, Commander of the Compliance Enforcement Squad #357, moved quickly with a determined stride through the outcrops. His every breath misted the air with rapid puffs of ice as he led his loyal company toward the location of a suspected traitor camp.“Move in, men, but be on guard. I have no idea what this ‘Cancer’ has set up here.” Jaxon ordered his men discreetly. He gestured toward the fledgling who went by Isaac and said, “Weston, you’re with me.”“Aye aye, Commander.” ...
Tallying Dreams
TALLYING DREAMSFaith lies on her left side staring at the only thing she convinced herself understood her, the wall bearing tally marks which she is never late to update.www.onedoor.cc Today is day 646, another new day that no one knows what it will bring forth. Regardless, Faith is as energetic as always to write a new story, perhaps one that will inspire, teach or for once bring her good luck. She gets up picks a piece of chalk on the drawer and adds a mark on the wall then takes a step back and stares at it. 646 days of dreaming, hoping, laughing, and crying. Each mark bears what according to her is a st...
Rain, Dust, and Final Chimes
From the grandfather clock in the hall, the one technically stolen despite family lore of it having been loaned, came the first chime at the hour of three o’clock. The resonant sound, a G sharp that was supposed to be an F, echoed nicely over the oak floors downstairs despite their growing blanket of dust, spreading into the rooms in turn. The living room. The entryway. The dining room. The kitchen. The small study off the kitchen, a room full of windows that should have been full of light.An overcast day robbed the reading nook of its potential glory and offered only a dull, gray illumi...