Fragments of The Past_Worst in Might_Unholy Crown of Aimene_In Attics Up and Down the Country
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Fragments of The Past
They come to me in snippets. Every moment of that day, of that incident, flashes behind the lids of my closed eyes. I plaster a smile on my face in the hopes that my darling sister is always reassured that my bawww.onedoor.ccttle to stay in the here and now was won many years ago.I am fine. I have no more panic attacks; no more random moments of panic where nothing but pure fear of the past seeping into the future consumes me. The flashbacks stopped as soon as I stopped seeing my therapist years ago, I swear.All of these unspoken words are communicated to a sister I would protect with my life, an aunt who w...
Worst in Might
All my life as a virgin, I wished that any man who would marry me should never have tasted the best of a woman. As a working-class lady, I gave my whole life on work as if without it I cannot live. Many of my friends were so jealous of my commitment to work.“Bissi, why are you always at the top of everyone in this company. I wonder what your fate will be if at the end you are fired from service,” Dorothy asked her during lunch break. Bissi love having fun after lunch and her co-workers draw to her because she's eloquent and elegant looking. After her years of services, she’s now in the upper...
Unholy Crown of Aimene
“The time has come, he must be taken birth somewhere. The sky is turning orange like a fire ball.” Grantham was looking at the sky. It was deep orange in the day time. Argonne nodes silently while looking in the same direction. “Hey speed up, you are so slow Cian. See I am about to reach to the target.” Aimene mocks and shouts at his beat friend in cheerful voice. Aimene was holding canvas headgear and his biceps were popping up in the rhythmic movement. His silky black hair were moving and talking with air. His sand coloured skin was shining in the strong sun light. He was looking at the tree...
In Attics Up and Down the Country
I have to admit, and maybe I should be ashamed to say it, but when I first set eyes on Golly George again all I could think about was the fond memories of youth he evoked in me. I couldn’t see what was wrong with him, son. And it made a break from sifting through box after box of the life your mother and I shared. Gosh, what a thing to survive, tucked up there in a dusty corner of the attic. And how could something that gave me so much joy over so many years be so bad, really? Please try to look at it through my eyes, my boy. I didn’t mean anything by it, giving him to little Finley – you know...