Sisters_Him_Tentacles_Thankpology
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Sisters
The sister was shaking as her hand tremulously unlocked the front door using the key on the small key ring with a miniature slipper. She let herself into the familiar flat and looked around. The light shone in and threw dappled shadows of the tall Parlour Palms gently onto the cream walls. Shewww.onedoor.cc turned the salt lamp on in the corner and a soft, hazy orange glow diffused through the room. The flat exuded style and taste. She was sure she had left the boots by the entrance- yet there they were by the window: slim, tall, polished and proudly standing. Beautiful brown heeled, leather boots, much l...
Him
The engine roars again in the stillness of night. A loud bang startles me. My window is open, again. I leave the comfort of my blankets and tread quietly towards the guest room impoverished of human touch for years. The window is faulty, much like everything in this house. But fixing things will have to wait till I graduate Highschool and can work full-time somewhere; cause mama can't. Not with her unstable CNS and physiotherapy sessions we can barely afford.Windows are the symbolism for reluctance. We would laugh over the Geeky English teacher when he would talk about the beauty of language t...
Tentacles
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Thankpology
The old man clung to the plastic bags in his lap as his power chair quietly rolled on the bumpy sidewalk. He was on his way home from the supermarket and needed to get the refrigerated items stored before they warmed up. Waiting at home for him was his adorable cat, Pookie. She loved her daddy and defied the common belief cats are independent. Not Pookie. She was always happy to see the old man and had no qualms about showing her love for him. She was his emotional support animal, and they played together, slept together, and even exchanged sounds in mock conversations. He could almost know ex...