Realising reality_The Librarian and the Baby_The distance between the earth and the moon_Prophecies
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Realising reality
‘How did you find yourself here Morris?’ Charles asked. ‘I was a spy… I can’t remember exactly which agency I worked for,’ Morris, his roommate said, somewhat hesitant. ‘Man, I knew there was something wrong with those tablets they’re giving us. Every time I take some, I loose more of my past memories,’ he apprehensively said, getting out of his bed. ‘I don’t understand,’ Charles concernedly said. ‘If the government brought you here to keep you quiet and this is not a mental hospital, why am I here? I mean, I’m just a regular guy.’ ‘That’s the point; you don’t know why you’re h...
The Librarian and the Baby
“Enough giggling already! This is the second time I warned you!”“I’m sorry. It's just that...”“I don't want to hear it,” Ms. Bickhaus interrupted me.“OK, we’ll stop.”“Thank you.” Ms. Bickhaus walked away.I burped again.“You're a naughty little boy,” Beth said.“Yes… I… am.” I burped.“Stop!”“Ok, I’ll stop now.”She continued working on her paper.“That girl has big boobies!” I whispered in her ear.I saw a glimmer of a smile before she covered her mouth and waved me away.I pulled my lower eyelid down so red showed.“Oh, my God!” she whispered. “I’ll tell your Mommy you were naughty in the library an...
The distance between the earth and the moon
Not that a twelve years is a short period, but it was not enough to diminish the familiarity between Laila and Nhar for upon their meeting they surpass the formality of greeting and rushed to the point. Nhar and Laila hadn’t met since they were children, in fact hadn’t met since they left the cottage in where they renewed their acquaintance on this day. This cottage is a small, musty, fallen building, which was settled on the banks of a river three miles away from the country and was their mothers’ shared property. They arrived here today, after a hasty decision that took less than ten texts m...
Prophecies
I had never seen Mandy look sterner. Her hands were aggressively attached to her hips, squeezing tightly as if to convert some of her mental anger into physical pain. Her eyes were watery and her whole body seemed to shake with the wrath of a typhoon. She had spotted Chelsea and I walking together, like we always had. It had been an awkward conversation since she pulled up and stepped out of her car and the dilemma was only becoming more heated. I felt that things would soon boil over – they always did with Mandy. “Well? You can get in the car or keep walking with her. The choice is yours,” sh...