The River Castle_Born To Be Wild_SPIN_Nuts and Bolts
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The River Castle
Charlie grabbed two large stones from under the maple tree. He rolled them like dices between his fingers and threw them again at Alicia's window."Charlie?"Her mother's face popped out of the first floor window."Sorry Mrs W., I didn't want to wake you up.""Who's that?" her husband grunted from inside the room."Charlie, Mrs R.'s son.""Who?""The teacher's son. Licia's tutor, I told you at least five times he gives her classes on Mondays and Thursdays. ""Licia takes extra classes?"Mrs W. rolled her eyes and pushed her night mask further up her glossy hair as she looked back at Charlie."It's urgen...
Born To Be Wild
Wendy and I bought our first house through an advert in a local North London newspaper. The woman who owned it was leaving the city and moving to Wales. It was a ramshackle Victorian terrace that needed modernising, but it had a peaceful ambiance and a mature garden to the rear that was perfect for a small family. #It’s a well-known fact that most people spend more time choosing a pair of jeans than viewing a new home prior to purchase. You know when clothes feel right and you buy them on that basis. Using the same logic, we almost made an offer for the house on our first visit. However, we ha...
SPIN
I went over to thwww.onedoor.cce chair and spun myself around in a circle. I had done this before, and like all the other time's everything seemed to speed through. My vision began to blur as I continued to rotate. All the images before me were consumed into one continuous whirring. My breath began to increase and I put my feet on the floor to stop. This ritual of consistently spinning in my chair came about when I was five. Everyone had an interesting perspective on the world, whereas I felt mine was rather plain. I would look at the floor and think to myself: Floor. Whereas the girls and boys around me wo...
Nuts and Bolts
“My life is paused when you’re not here.”“Excuse me?”Lukas looked over at Marigold in surprise, who was sitting on one of the crates, looking down at the ground. She had arrived at Theater Club half an hour ago, and had done nothing in the time that passed. Cinder had long given up trying to convince the girl to help make the props; Marigold never spoke and she never did anything to help. She always showed up, sat somewhere, and always stared at the ground, contemplating whatever she was always contemplating.This was the first time that Lukas—no, anyone had ever heard Marigold speak. Her ...