Time of Reflection_The Ancient History of You and Me_Today, At The Beach_Victor
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Time of Reflection
Fred looked down at the water in the lake, his reflection mirroring back his image. He ran his hand gently over the reflection causing the water to ripple. Fred liked it here, it was secluded and quiet and it gave him the opportunity to think clearly. These pass few weeks have been hectic on him, he was drained both psychically and emotionally. He didn’t know what to do, his Grandfather passed away and doing so left Fred his ranch, which didn’t set well with other members of his family, especially his cousin Ralph who believed he was owed the property. Fred loved the ranch and working on it ho...
The Ancient History of You and Me
The day I met you, I thought you were the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Sadly, I never told you. When you pushed open the door of the café and I glanced up, my heart skipped a beat. Round glasses, green sweater, black pants, backpack slung on one shoulder and, in your grasp, two thick books that made me shudder. I watched as you placed your belongings on a table, took some deep breaths, and immediately looked away when you stepped forward.“Black coffee, please,” you said, low and dejected.I wanted to ask why black coffee and crack a joke, but when I met your eyes, I saw their numbness...
Today, At The Beach
So I’m bleeding to death with what must be a broken leg, almost certainly no ribs left in one piece, and bits of tooth swimming around the various fluids I keep spitting and dribbling out of my mouth. That’s not even mentioning the unholy shitstorm of ruptures, splits and failings that must be going www.onedoor.ccon inside.It hurts.And what am I thinking? What bright shining light of wisdom and redemption is illuminating my sprawling mess of a thought process? Why didn’t I just admit that I liked Katy Palmer when she told me how she felt after PE class in year 9? I mean, holy what the fuck, right? Would my ...
Victor
VictorPercy Walton fell ill on Wednesday morning. The eight-year-old begged his mother to permit him to stay in his bed, claiming he was too ill for daily lessons, complaining of chills and a headache. Harriet Walton acquiesced to her youngest son’s pleas. After supplanting his brother Victor as the youngest of the Walton children, Percy was accustomed to getting his way as the baby of the family. He was frail child; Harriet noted Percy did seem a bit paler than usual. She thought that competing for attention with six rambunctious siblings couldn’t have been easy for sickly Percy, so Harriet ...