Winter Flame_A Commitment of Sorts_Philosophy of Time_"Money of Murder"
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Winter Flame
Mercy. Something I have taught my whole life. Show it when others cannot. Lie in the name of happiness and peace. Lately, it has been hard to demonstrate it. Probably because this damned world lacks the truth. My gift feels like a curse and no matter how much I try to keep my mouth shut, the truth is told.*Bells chiming off in the distance*Staring out the window used to distract me from what was going on. Every chotic thing and struggle.“Clare?” someone yelled from far down a hall. “Yes?” I replied.“Your new student is here!” the voice called back.“Coming!” Finally, something productive to do...
A Commitment of Sorts
Mama always said I had trouble committing; after three weeks of ballet, I wanted to quit, and this trend continued for piano, softball, gymnastics, and choir. They were fleeting fantasies, dreams of a better self, a more talented, capable self. Should my abilities not shine within the first few days of my new pursuit, I grew sullen and pettish. By the time a week passed in a similar vein, I hung on by but a thread.“You’re too hard on yourself, Ness,” my mama had said, weary, as she picked me up from a failed art class. Failed in the sense that she’d be out the twenty dollars for the next two m...
Philosophy of Time
“Do you believe in God?” Maya asked. She blew out a frosty steam of air and laid her mittened palms on her narrow bright-red face to warm it. “What?” her sister asked. Her boots were much larger than Maya’s; the tops too wide, letting in clumps of snow onto her sockless feet. The boots, thick black rubber with heavy soles, sank through the crusty rim of snow and into the softer belly, almost to the frozen dirt six inches beneath.Maya repeated the question.Jane sat down in a pile of snow and leaned back to look at the sky, thinking hard. A V of black-billed geese made their way across the pure ...
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I wear the new sweatshirt that my brother bought me yesterday. It's the latest design, and not to brag but sure looks great on me. When I go into the kitchen, I see my brother making eggs for me. "Hey little bro, how you doin'?" Edward asks. He's a 20-year old tall adult that works at the most famous bank in the state. The bank is famous because it has tons of gold stashed in the back, which is guarded by a lot of guards. It's also the biggest bank in the state, and is in the middle of a city full of rich people. He got an award there for being kind to people who come, and for working hard to...