The Leather Bound Book_Black Rain_Shallow Roots_A Troubled Gift
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The Leather Bound Book
An average Saturday night for most seventeen year olds consists of parties, hanging out with fwww.onedoor.ccriends,and bad decisions. I, on the other hand, spend my Saturday night working at the local library so I can save up for college. At first, the idea of working at a library seemed enticing. I pictured a grand room with old oak shelves as walls, filled with an extensive amount of leather bound books occupying every space the eye could see. I thought of candles slowly burning, while people carefully read and researched things of importance. I imagine books filled with the mysteries of the world just at...
Black Rain
The alcohol Billie felt in her prefrontal cortex had automatically shifted to standby mode and her primitive self wholeheartedly put on its party shoes. It was undoubtedly the amber that brought resolve to her soul. Tottering on her ornately padded ebony black stool, Billie peered through a thick puff of smoke from Billy's cigarette. She craned her coyly curved neck discreetly scanning the dimly lit humid room as if she was on the lookout for someone or something in particular. But that was typical Billie who had always been a detective of her own, scrutiny being her primary language. ' If I...
Shallow Roots
SHALLOW ROOTSMelanie J. WalkerThe Hammond County Library is an oasis during the worst heat wave that’s shaken the States in the last fifty years. City living is unbearable in this stretch of days with no AC. This is the third day of most businesses being closed, including the editing firm I work for, and people are getting fidgety, some even belligerent. I trek here for solace, they must have the world’s largest generator; the lights keep shining through the evenings and the air conditioning keeps the place breathable. I’m not the only one privy to this sanctuary, the place is crowded. The li...
A Troubled Gift
TW: abuse I held my gun and aimed. The target sat with a newspaper in her lap—she had no clue. Red hair covered her face and blocked her view. I've got you now. With soft feet, I crept closer. “Bam!” Pretend bullets flew into the living room; one hit Mommy, others smashed into the sofa.“You’re dead, Mommy, you’re dead!” Mommy looked up from her newspaper with big eyes, then held her chest. She fell to the floor and rolled around, before going still.I sneaked to her, still pointing my gun-shaped hands. “Mommy?”She jumped and grabbed me, taking us to the floor and laughing like she used to; then...