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Days Well Spent
" Days Spent Well "Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke . When I cast back to an event from my past , what needs to be explained more than the prettiest pictures ? Little moments creates big memories. Time runs too fast the place where I was born has become an food stall right now. Though I don’t remember most of them , I will try my best .Happiness in school life was cleaning the table with friend’s bagwww.onedoor.cc .We were a gang of 6 during the school days and all the 6 were of different types . We didn’t realize we were making memories , we just knew we were having...
Pickles
Everything in my body is burning. Every limb is feeble, my legs are shaking. I drop to my knees. Is this death?It's not even my death. But as I peer at the marble stone in the ground before me, every piece of me feels twisted and rotten. "Ashley Cardowa, beloved daughter and friend," is carved into the headstone, the "A" written with a swooping stroke that underlines the name. As my eyes scan over it, my heart is punctured, each letter strips the nerves from my body, knotting my blood vessels. This pain, it rips and tears and shreds in a way so potent, I can't breathe. Ashley Cardowa is...
What Is and What Never Was
(Excerpt) Kim August 27, 2009 Fredericton, New BrunswickToday is harder than most. It would have been my child’s 21st birthday. I guess it is her birthday. They never revealed her gender, never let me see her but in my heart, I always knew she was a girl. To me, she’s Cassandra.I celebrate in private with a banana cupcake. Since giving her up, I always imagine the things she would love, cupcakes being one of them.I was a good kid. My grades were above average, my two best friends, Cece and Terri were the type who obeyed rules, never got into trouble, my parents trusted me and them. I wasn’t po...
Splitting hairs
"Man is a mystery, they say", said Tom slowly and thoughtfully, looking at the blue sky through the window of his study room. His friend Tim looked at him. Like Tom, Tim too was getting bored. Tim decided to continue the conversation to escape getting bored, but he was not sure the conversation would be less boring."So?" Tim asked, staring at the wall opposite his chair. This question was a big encouragement for Tom in his struggle against boredom. His gaze was fixed on a single small white cloud in the bright sky."As per the human nature, if it is a mystery then it has to be solved", he said ...