Notion_What have I done?_My Love, My Margaret_The Feeling Never Felt Before
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It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same, exactly as the voice was describing it. What is going on? I must be going crazy.Vera replayed the last two minutes in her head.“Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear me?!”Yes, Vera had heard them. The voice had been quiet and distorted, as if from the other side of a window, but so near that it could have been coming from over her shoulder. Vera remembered gazing around the room – three walls of bookcases and the desk she was sitting at – no place for a person to hide. She had stood and walked to the w...
What have I done?
*Trigger warning: blood* She was thirteen when her world came crashing down. Heroes, that was all she ever liked. Even as a little girl, those shinning figures had her racing around twww.onedoor.cche house in silly costumes pretending she knew martial arts.Every time she was asked what her future plans were. She would excitedly rant about how she would one day be smiling on tv, saving thousands of people while being praised by many. She was, of course, laughed off. "Only people who train forever become heroes, your just a little girl." They would say as they laugh and pat her head. But she would always puff...
My Love, My Margaret
You had never seen rain quite like this.It smattered against the window, hard and unrelenting. The estate was old, but the windows were new. Previous storms had smashed their predecessors. When Alexis was only eight years old, there had been a storm, not exactly like the one tonight, but uncomfortably close. She had been cooped up inside, cranky and bored. She had stared out the window, thinking “Surely this is how I will perish”. Alexis had just discovered her older sister’s Victorian novels, and had quite taken to speaking like a fragile lady. It made her feel very sophisticated. But you can...
The Feeling Never Felt Before
“Hey Holden, what’s up?” I ask my old guitar friend. Holden looks up at from where he crouches beneath a set of drums. His eyes squint at me, before a grin flashes across his face. “Brandon? It’s been such a long time!” he says, getting up from his crouch to walk over and hug me.He then pushes me back a bit and looks me up and down. “You look so… grown-up since the last time I saw you!”There’s a moment of silence before I awkwardly laugh, “Yeah, I guess I do.”Holden looks past me and at a blue electric guitar on the stage and then points at it. “Do you think you still have it?” I feel a confid...