Tsunami_Burning loose ends_On rainy days_Fairy Tales
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Tsunami
Waves crash on the shore, soaking me. I open my eyes to the blinding sun. I look away as I try to remember what just happened. Icy water drips off me, creating puddles in the golden sand. The last thing I remember is the tsunami. I saw it coming, when the ocean held its breath before it destroyed everything in its path. But even with the warning, I still didn’t have enough time to run. It sucked me into its grasp, tossing me back and forth, forcing water into my lungs. I was dead. But then I wasn’t. I don’t know how I am lying, alive, on the beach. But I am. And that was all that matters. Or ...
Burning loose ends
Zillah sat at the table holding an old pack of letters in her hands. She continued to trace every indention on the now yellowing papers listening to a crackling fire that was lit in the room till she heard two people pull out chairs. "You said you considered our proposition?" She heard her mother say. Zillah nodded looking directly in both of their eyes. "I have." Never tearing her eyes away she opened her mouth again. “You can keep your f---ing offer and both of you can go straight to h-ll.” Her mother sucked in a breath and her father looked angry. “Don’t use that tone with us.” Her fathe...
On rainy days
Lightning strikes were visible just beyond my window and the thunder clapped afterward. “BOOM!” I flinched, even though this had been going on for the past few hours. Nevertheless, I carried on with my nightly routine; specifically, I was eating dinner in front of the television. Then, I heard a knock at my door, or at least, what I thought was a knock. I dismissed this, who in their right mind would be outside in this heavy thunderstorm?Whoever it was, knocked again. This time, I was sure thwww.onedoor.ccat there was someone at the door. I looked into the peephole, to see a man with a raincoat at the door...
Fairy Tales
‘We love your stories, Uncle Zak, please tell us another one.’The three youngsters were sitting cross-legged in a semicircle around his chair. They were in his sitting room and the sun was shining through the open french windows. He’d been on his own for almost five years, ever since his wife had died, and the visits from his family were precious to him. Closing the book he’d been reading from, he said. ‘Sorry kids but I have to finish a story I’m writing and I have a deadline to meet.’ There was a murmur of dissent from the children but they accepted his words, stood up, and shuffled out into...