Tricky Twins_SAYS WHO?_The End_Snow Angels
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Tricky Twins
The day both brothers were born was not a regular one, it was a tricky day for their mother; in fact, she didn’t see it coming…Their biological father met their mother awww.onedoor.cct a party long ago; a party in which alcohol was the official drink and drugs were the official food. You know, the kind of party people who lack self-love or parents’ love attend; empty hearts willing to fill their souls’ hole with whatever is at hand. This kind of party is teens’ favorite. Nevertheless, these wild parties only have an obvious result: to maintain their status quo or, what is worse, to lower it. In such a way,...
SAYS WHO?
"I'll probably be dead by then."Replied eleven year old Azania to "where do you see yourself in thirty years time?." From her teacher.This took the teacher off guard as I believe she was expecting an answer along the lines of "I see myself married with two beautiful kids,a loving husband and an amazing job."Well, that just wasn't Azania.Daughter to two gay parents she had always been exposed to the "abnormal" and had normalized it.She was adopted as an infant by people she wasn't related to in any way.Who took care of her like she was their own,sent her to the best schools money could buy and ...
The End
The heavy door closed behind her as she stepped into a little world all its own—a world always in the dark. Taking a breath, she relished the stale sadness, the comforting dark, the glory of high ceilings reaching up to a deity who does not answer. The echo of awe ran through her, but it was only an echo.This was her favorite place in Paris. She loved the cathedral, loved it wrongly, for the wrong reasons. The shade and quiet reassured her, while she had no use for the glimmering golden altar. It didn’t impress her in the way it should. Instead, the cathedral was like an old friend. She felt s...
Snow Angels
It doesn’t snow back home.Looking out at the window from my small apartment, with nothing but thick clothes and a choice to make, I see that it snows. I’ve been in the city long enough to know the odds living in the outskirts, but apparently not long enough to get used to the sadness when you’re alone. The chill in the apartment is a lot crisper than it’s supposed to be, and I reckon it’s the broken heater that my landlord doesn’t seem to consider a problem, no matter how many times I’ve asked. It’s partly why I drown myself with coffee.Growing up in a tropical country, I’ve always dreamt of t...