A Cry Across the Street_The Mother of the Lost_Red and yellow. Black and white._Even if you can'
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A Cry Across the Street
It was as if Stephanie had suddenly gone blind to everything around her apart from one person. The street blurred, the vehicles blurred, the buildings, and all the people blurred. Except one. And he was visible and present with an intensity that was glorious and frightening. Nicholas! It was Nicholas! She recognised his curly brown hair, his gait that was confident without ever being a smug swagger, and his very presence. Stephanie was a person who didn’t generally call attention to herself or take the initiative but this was an exception. Life didn’t often give you second chances, and this ...
The Mother of the Lost
Once, in the days before your father, and his mother, and many layers through your ancestral tree, the sea was a place to be feared. Mountainous waves rabid with frothing foam slammed into each other in a frenzy, grinding cliffs to dust and pulling creaking ships to the darkest trenches. Lightning scurried across the sky to dip into the salty spray, and fling itself back towards the heavy quilt of ominous cloud. The sea was feared by all mankind and overcome by none.Except me.I danced in the frantic crashing of waves, and I lay, gazing at constellations, surrounded be the vast dark expanse. T...
Red and yellow. Black and white.
She stood in front of the open door while the teacher and the school secretary spoke in the corridor. "I got the last new student; this is an imposition!""It's only for two weeks."She shifted her book bag from one side to the other. Her eyes never left the floor. The leather on the top of her shoes had a crack. The stitching was coming apart at the toe, but they shined with fresh polish. Backstitch embroidery accented with an occasional flower covered the line from the let-down hem. "I don't have a desk for her.""The custodian is looking one. This time of the year, we are short on desks."T...
Even if you can't see me.
“Look at those flowers, spring is finally here!” Melissa laughed as I felt my eyes water, she knew I couldn’t see anything. I can hear Melissa giggling with her best friend, Macy. I started to feel around me to get up, I still wasn’t used to not seeing anything. It was one year ago when thwww.onedoor.cce car crash happened, one year ago I became the way I am. I feel as Mrs. Blaker comes to help me stand up as I tell her I need to use the restroom. When walking there, it feels like every day this happens, I get made fun of then I run away. I wish I would have the confidence to stand up to her, but what can...