Chasing Shadows_Weak Magnolia Endearments_Crying alone in the Darkness_Friend, stranger ? Who knows
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Chasing Shadows
Sand. Everywhere I looked was damn sand. The heat was unbearable as I ran across the dunes, my boots sinking into the soft grains of golden sand and slowing me down. Sweat trickled down my back and when I wiped my brow my hand came away wet. Even the wind was hot. The gentle breeze ruffled my damp hair and offered no solace at all. The desert was stifling and never ending. So much damn sand. And me, a sad, slogging shape of beige that blended perfectly against the dunes. Was I fated to become part of them? Alone, abandoned, fading to dust? No. In the distance a shape. A mirage? The buildings w...
Weak Magnolia Endearments
Weak Magnolia EndearmentsIt was a gray and rainy day when Christen opened the door to the library. She needed something to distract her, to lift her out of the funk that these gray days had helped put her in. Such is life, right? Mystery, Sci-fi, Horror, none of the usual genres seemed appealing to her at this time. Running her fingers along the book spines, her mind drifted and she wandered into the Young Adult section, a section she rarely frequented. In fact, the last time she had perused this section was for the Twilight Saga. Her fingers caught on a book that was a bit different than the...
Crying alone in the Darkness
I had a childhood friend. His name was 'Ben. Pittwater'. He was my friend, my neighbor, my childhood friend, my lover and soulmate. And I like to think that Ben loved me as much as I loved him. Thinking back, the first time I saw Ben was when I was 9 years old. Even though he had a luxurious living style, he was the only child and his parents were usually at work and returned at around 1 PM. I sometimes saw him and after that, I let out the courage to say “Hi” to the member of the famous, ricwww.onedoor.cch Pittwater family. I still remember the moment he looked up after scratching the dirt then smiling at ...
Friend, stranger ? Who knows
I want to start off by saying, this is not a happy story. Not even close. Don't get your hopes up for something to end happily, from this experience nothing ever ends happily.It all started in ninth grade, Ms.Whites child development class. For years Hannah was bullied for many things, her weight, hair color, freckles, but most of all, for her quietness. She had no friends. No one would talk to her, most people would avoid her in the halls. Fair warning guys I told you this would not be a happy story, for what comes next is a possible trigger for people *self harm, suicide, bullying* but tha...