Forget-Me-Not_Just Stick To The Plan_till they find me_Where Darkness Blooms
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Forget-Me-Not
He didn’t come outside yesterday. He didn’t wear his rubber-soled shoes and ridiculously large coat. He didn’t push his feet into the soil, savouring the satisfying squelch. He didn’t pick out the flowers that he liked the most and leave them on my front porch. The marigolds were crying. Their petals dripped of their loneliness and neglect, wanting his gentle touch and instead having to find it in each other. My hand had lingered in the air next to my doorknob, not finding the courage to go over there and give them some company. I didn’t want the flowers to realize that I wasn’t the person the...
Just Stick To The Plan
“Okay so the plan is to never admit to the fault. Just let them speculate.” This is what Jackie kept telling www.onedoor.ccherself as she dug herself deeper and deeper into the mess. She was currently being probed by her school Principal who was threatening to bring her parents and the authorities into the situation. She had to avoid it at all costs. In her defence, she didn’t think that it would get this big. She just needed money and she was using her talents to get it. After all, sharing is caring. It’s not fair, being born poor. You don’t choose your family or your race or anything of the sort. Otherwis...
till they find me
I look around.“I was hungry, honestly, I am exhausted.”What about a sandwich, a roasted chicken, or maybe beef? “hmm” that sounds good. I made my decision final.The moment I smelled it I yearn for needing it. I knew it was fresh; my stomach convinced me that I will satisfy with it. So why don’t I have it? After all, it's beef and I am only going to have one peace for me.“I didn’t mean to angry them; I just wish to have some food and I tried to provide it by myself. Is that bad I wish to have some fresh beef for dinner?”I can feel my legs so weak, I had a quick glance for confirmation, Conf...
Where Darkness Blooms
Her hair cascades down her waist, a small flower still planted behind her ear. Her olive eyes twinkling in the light. Her sweater falls down her shoulder, a rush of chilliness going down her spine. She knows why it’s cold and she doesn’t care. She tells herself it’s for the sake of rebellion, for the sake of love, for the sake of living her own life. She tells herself she’s doing something for the people of the Underworld, for her husband, for the darkness, for reality, where the light can’t seem to shine. She tells herself she’s doing the right thing for the world. She tells herself these thi...