It'll be okay_Change of Plans_Fresh Cracked Eggs_In Gray Places
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It'll be okay
It was an hour after midnight. It had only been three hours since she had lost her best friend. But it felt like eternity, it felt as though the world had decided to take a pause, making sure she'd feel every ounce of pain, and making sure she'd remember it for a very longwww.onedoor.cc time.Life is beautiful but sometimes unforgiving.Beautiful."The lungs are beautiful and she did great"Then..."S-She had a stroke. I'm so sorry..."Unforgiving.It was one word to describe CF. It was unforgiving and it can take away a lot from someone. But Ella knew, of course she knew. She knew that Cali was terminal, she had ...
Change of Plans
I always wanted to book a vacation to a tropical island. However, I never thought that I would land up in such a twisted situation. A situation that would land me with a complete stranger. And one who annoyed me to bits.(Two days ago) I booked a vacation to stay at a hotel in the tropical island of Mauritius. This hotel was a very expensive and elegant hotel which was only available to the rich and famous. I was neither, but I wanted to stay at luxurious hotel and hence experience the Mauritian culture and cuisine. I couldn’t afford the cost and so I was advised to book it through a travel age...
Fresh Cracked Eggs
In the afternoon it started to snow in an unusual way and at an unusual time. How did Mother used to put it? She would tie up the back of the lace dress and and say, “It takes a soft wind to hear things.” She meant you had to listen hard to hear people's voices. Snow in June was very unusual for Oklahoma but not unheard of. But it made for a barren landscape. Everything would be flat and white for miles. There wasn't much to say about the snow. She sat with Preston on the couch that had holes and didn't say anything because there was not much to be said. They looked out the window. The trailer...
In Gray Places
Everything is gray. The concrete, the buildings, the people. Their eyes are colorless. Their skin is pale. Their clothes are plain. They are all just...gray.A thin layer of clouds holds back the rays from the sun, casting the entire city in a hazy light. Even the sky has forgotten what it’s like to not be gray.I’m not sure I know what color is anymore. It’s been so long since I’ve seen it. But there was a time when my mind painted the world with every color.As a toddler, in front of my father on a painted horse looking across a rainbow flowered field surrounded by the white-capped mountains of...