Day On Replay_Ripples and Raindrops_Chaotic Neutral_Betty's Window
Catalog Guide:
Day On Replay
"Austin, what's today's date?" I ask as I think of what date I wrote on my homework yesterday."Dude, you literally asked me that yesterday.""Oh, come on. I promise I won't ask tomorrow. Please, I can't freakin' remember the date. Don't make me feel even worse than I already do.""TJ, you literally suck. All you have to do is change the middle number up a number.""Don't laugh at me. Everything is just so boring. I feel like I'm constantly living yesterday over and over again.""It's the eleventh of August. Do you need me to tell you the year number too?""Haha, hilarious.”“Soo, what are you doing ...
Ripples and Raindrops
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll catch you,” he says. I can barely hear him over the echo of laughter, the patter of wet feet on cement. The sun hangs, bright and burning, in the chlorine-scented air. I pick at the pink frills of my bathing suit, readjust my purple goggles. One of the big kids runs by the lifeguard’s chair and leaps, leaving a splash and a sharp whistle in his wake. “You can do it,” Dad coaxes, in the same voice he uses to calm a panicked animal. “Jump.”My heart pounds. I’m afraid, not of the water itself or even that he will drop me. I’m afraid of opening my eyes and finding myself in ...
Chaotic Neutral
The sharp buzzing shot through her head again. Pain like a hot poker between the eyes, quickly followed by searing in the left temple. This had been happening for several days now, periods of excruciating pain followed by tiny respites, mere moments of clarity spoiled again by all-consuming agony. Amelia www.onedoor.ccwearily brought her hand to her forehead, the mind’s eye. She fluttered her eyelids and glanced around the room. She had come here because it was a place that had once given her peace, connection. She distracted herself here, lost herself among the dusty whispers. In the dimly lit far stacks o...
Betty's Window
Betty turned 95 yesterday.She gazes out at the grey March morning and tries not to think about how old that sounds.She tries not to hope for 96、Her window on the third floor of the Glenview Manor overlooks a barren snow-strewn field, lined by tired fence posts and spotted with scrubby shrubs.It’s not an exciting view, but it’s a view, and she’s grateful for it—there are many residents across the country that aren’t as fortunate.A few weeks after moving in, she asked Ameena, one of her favorite nurses, to move her chair to the window. She sits with her back to the bland room every day, sipping ...