Mother Knows Best, Doesn't She?_Thank you for existing in my life_Car Accident on Main Road - Ve
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Mother Knows Best, Doesn't She?
There are two types of mothers in the world: those who love their children and those who neglect them. I do not know which category to put mine.“Talk to me, Silas.” My mother said in her soft silky voice, looking at me like she will give me the world if I ask her to. I scoff. As if.I don’t speak to her. It hurts me even to give her a glimpse. I remain silent and let the noise from the television filled the room.“Last night, CICIVISION footage of a man killing a woman barehanded was leaked online…”No one is listening to the reporter as he describes the gory scene. We do not care. What my mother and I...
Thank you for existing in my life
Setting - afterlife“Good morning Jim.” “Good morning Anita. How many people do I have to take care of today?” “Didn’t count but, here’s the list. I think I saw someone from your place.” Jim takes the list and scrolls down the name of places and notices a name called Rick mentioned against Louisville. His hometown. He sees Rick sitting at the right end corner of the hall. He has known so many Ricks in his life, but the surname Anderson sticks out the most. His childhood friend, who he went to college with was Andrew Anderson and had married one of his best friend, Liza. They had a son named Ric...
Car Accident on Main Road - Vehicles Destroyed, Drivers Recovering
The car bolted forwards. I lost control of the steering wheel as I slammed the break, almost in time. The blue car in front of me jerked across the street and into me, sending me spinning across the lane. I thought I would die. The seat belt could only keep me tied to the seat for so long; immediately after impact, the airbag swelled up and burst into my face.The car wouldn’t stop spinning. The windows ejected shattered glass from all sides, some shards cutting my skin as they flew about. My heart was running circles around my lungs. I was absolutely terrified. Time stretched before me, and I ...
Plastic Field
Nights have bwww.onedoor.cceen hard for me as of late. As my eyes closed, a few moments later it’ll buckle right on up, wide awake, such is a curse of growing older. I have been living in this town ever since I can remember, too long some might say. The longer you stay in a place, they said, the more you’ll get used to it, understand it. But I reckon, stay too long and the less and less you understand. I remember the summer of ‘45, back when the town was less crowded, back when I could make sense of everything and all. Used to love running around by the cornfield back when it was still there, now it had bec...