Learning To Please_A Stranger's Backstory_Howling Wind_Two Strangers
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Learning To Please
From the time we are born, even minutes old, we start learning to please someone. We are unaware of our surroundings. We feel heat, cold, and we hear loud sounds. Crying and screaming are our only means of communication. We know nothing about love or how to please someone into feeding us or keeping us warm. That warmth and the feelingwww.onedoor.cc of belonging is a feeling we spend a lifetime trying to recapture.I think I was an hour old when my mother put me in that trash can. Within minutes my big brother's tiny hands pulled me out. I cried and he held me close to his chest as he took me to a neighbor's ...
A Stranger's Backstory
At the last bench in a public park, it's my zone. Lonely, and gloomy clouds were always up there hanging. I always come there to complete a very important task, cry till I satisfied. I know that I am not a kid anymore, I am twelve. I had to stay strong, I don't had to cry but, those tears were rolling down against my will a-and I just can't stop them. They were stubborn like me. As quickly as I hit that place they stared flowing. And the worst part is, I don't know how to stop them. I am doing the same work everyday. Wake up, attend my school, come that park, cry and then leave. But today is a...
Howling Wind
*Author’s Note: Xenia, Ohio, is a real place. I’m kinda using a metaphor here, enjoy*April 3rd, 1974 4:30 p.m.I sit on the porch swing, playing with a yo-yo. I got home from school an hour or so ago, and a bad storm is brewing. I go to Xenia High School in Ohio. Suddenly, a short figure walks up to me. My face relaxes into a grin. “Hey, what’s up?” I say to Amy, my best friend. She sits next to me and holds out a drawing. It’s of an angel, but it’s not of any angel I’ve ever seen. “Nothing much. So, Angela, what do you wanna do? Go get ice cream or something?” “Nah, it looks like it’s going ...
Two Strangers
As always, Claire stopped by her favourite café to get her morning coffee. When she gets into the café, she thinks she saw a familiar figure. She was sure it was him, even though his back was turned to her. She wished she was wrong, that her mind was playing games to her, but then he turned around and their eyes met. She would recognize those eyes anywhere she saw them. That was really Marcus. After all these years she never thought they would meet again, but here he was right in front of her. She stood there for a while not daring to move a finger. They looked at each other then Marcus slo...