Forever Sweet Innocence_Tell me your best friend and I'll tell you who you are?_Witness to My Li
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Forever Sweet Innocence
Kissing a toad would be better than touching the lips of a yucky girl. A smile spreads across Ben's face as those words crash into his memory with a flood of vivid pictures. The slender glass sweats in his trembling hand. He holds it awkwardly high into the air as he nervously looks down at Tom. Throughout the room, faces stare at him, waiting in great anticipation. A familiar sweet face looks lovingly towards him. Her dazzling green eyes give him a wink of encouragement. After a heavy sigh, Ben begins to recall the childhood memory that everyone came to hear."We were about eleven," Ben dreami...
Tell me your best friend and I'll tell you who you are?
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Witness to My Life
As the first light of day eased itself through the mist, I no longer noticed the slight chill in the air. Winter was closing its doors as we slowly started to move into spring. But still we sat there, wrapped together in a woolen blanket I had received when my grandfather had passed away. It was magical. Not just the sunrise. Not just the night before, but the events that had led up to this. Well, mostly magical. That was what my mind was allowing me to see at this time. The good times. I glanced over at him, blinked, and then looked back out to sea. This was the farthest north we could get; I...
The phantom and the butterfly.
They had always been different, both he and Lucas. You see, Lucas had always been the social butterfly, the life of the party, the one in the two who danced easily from person to person and entertained everyone around him. Whereas he, Peter, was the quieter one of the two, the whisper in the shadows, his presence almost non-existent if it weren’t for Lucas who would notice his absence and encourage him to be more talkative, to introduce himself to people, to expand his bubble, as Lucas would always put it. But Lucas’s words would simply flow over his head and fly away with the wind. Peter pref...