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Alessia’s New Friend
With a tray of her mother’s lasagne in her hands Alessia walked through Cagliostro to the home of the new guy in town. The painted houses of the town were known worldwide for their beauty, a rustic remembrance of Italian coastal villages on Origin.People hadn’t been kind to the new guy. They were suspicious people. When she thought about what children at school has said about the blind man she was almost ashamed of her town. She had to remind herself that it had welcomed Abdul after his flight from genocide.The people of Cagliostro knew all about murderous prejudice. Alessia’s people had been ...
Till forever www.onedoor.ccfalls apart
Bryce lay against the trunk kept in that one corner of the hall when he saw the silhouette of a young lady at the double-glazed, equally old and tall door. She was indeed a perfect sight for sore eyes - the way the furled gown hugged her curves, the way her teary and worn-out eyes still found a way to look so pretty in what she called the 'golden hour' and the way the strands of her blonde hair were all strangled among themselves. "why did you do it?", a voice called out from beside him as he was admiring her features. He raised his hand and secured her hair behind her ears. She slapped his ha...
A Brief Interlude at a Party
The night air was stifling. The month of August had never seen such an oppressive heat wave. The humidity pressed up against the windows, the brick and paneled buildings, and saturated the air until everyone was panting and sweating and begrudgingly patting down their poufy and frizzed hair. It clung to every breath, every particle of clothing, and made everyone miserable and short tempered. Despite the absence of the sun, the heat had become more unbearable in the blanket of the night. Completely a contradictory to basic laws of nature. Though Salem cradled the coast, no wind blew tonight. T...
Mommy Comes First
Shrieks pierce the morning silence, slicing me out of my tranquil dreams and leaving me disoriented in my dimly-lit room. The dream had been good; I remember the warm sand beneath my feet and the cool breeze playing on my face and lifting my hair in its wake. And most of all, the complete silence that had allowed for my thoughts to flow.My reverie is short-lived though as the shrieks perpetuate, forcing me to roll out of bed and drag my feet down the stairs. They feel like pieces of heavy lead stuck to the bottom of my legs and seem to have an invisible magnetic force to my bed. Can’t say I bl...