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The Question Without An Answer
I'll tell you how my routine goes about, I wake up every week day, just like the rest of them. I brush my teeth, and I get ready. I have my breakfast and go to office.Then I slave throughout the rest of the day in my office. I come back, I have my dinner and sleep. This goes on for the five week days. And then come Saturday and Sunday. The entire week's sleep deprivation is compensated and before no time it's Monday.What a boring story? Tell us something new, isn't that what I might get asked?Yes, I probably would ask the same if someone told me that same old routine. If I'm gone now, my compa...
Leo And The Tea House
Warning: Some expletives Saturday morning is Leo’s favorite one of the week. Not only is he able to sleep in until nine thirty in the morning--because elementary school is rough on him, making him wake up at seven--but he’s also able to amble around his father’s tea house. It’s a quaint little shack. Leo never knows how he manages to get there. He just walks out of the house, plops into the backseat of his dad’s Ford f150, and feels the vibrations of the engine as they pass through a forest of spiny trees. Today, however, was going to play out differently. Not only is it flawlessly sunny out, ...
A Glimpse Through Her Eyes
I hated her. The mere thought of her elicited tears of anger out of me. I detested her existence and literally cursed the day that we met each other. And, given the choice, I would have wanted her to disappear, just completely disappear from my sight so that I will no longer be reminded by the hellish days that I have spent near her. How can she bear to ruin another girl’s school days? Have she even considered me as her classmate or even as a human being like her, or was I just a mere easy victim for a bully like her? But one day…one single day has given me a glimpse about who she is really is...
Designation
It was an unfortunate time to be living, no matter what one’s designation was. The bombings had knocked the country off its feet and left it hanging by its fingertips to the edge of a cliff, like a hiker who was shocked to be pushed off the trail by a former friend. The fear that accompanied the dangling was too much; all that was desired was a firm foundation. Sasha was only twelve, but she knew what the “D” spray painted in bold black on the door meant. Still, it was shocking to see it staring back at her. She blinked. It was still there, uncompromising. She felt Cosmo brush against her legs...