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Songkhla Lake“Here Comes the Sun. Watch this,” he whistled.The couple sat on a rock arm in arm.“Beautiful, you know I’ve never seen the sunrise like this in England?”“You mean not over a flat lake? You’ve seen it plenty of times, but over council house roofs.”“Yes, on my way home after a late shift at the hospital,” she laughed.“Not quite the same, is it?”“No dear, I feel a lot will change living here.” “And just think, on your sixtieth birthday you celebrate by watching nature’s beauty in Thailand.”“Thank you, darling, for a wonderful surprise, and the many I’ve had married to you. I’ve one ...
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“I cannot take my eyes off of you.” These words resonate through the room despite of the loud howl of the wind. Hearing these, the butterflies in my stomach rumbles; fighting one another to get out. No matter how cold this blizzard brings, it couldn’t be compared to the coldness of his stares. As he take each steps toward me, I can hear his heavy breathing. Each breath slowly takes mine away. I was paralyzed to where I stand. I tried to speak but every words I have known is lost. Fear becomes a living force that crept unto my body; losing my will and holding me captive.The Alpha Angelica Acad...
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My eyes flutter open.I’m panting. My arms are shaking. The covers are soaked and sticky and pungent.I sit up, terrified to look down at the sheets.I do anyways.No stains. Just…water. Sweat. My sweat.I squeeze my eyes shut.The memory flashes behind my eyelids. I see his own dark green eyes, narrowed into slits, staring into mine with anger and shock and horror. I watch my hand sail through the air; it cuts through the space smoothly and gracefully. I see the blade of the knife as it sinks into his chest. I hear his hiss of pain. It wasn’t difficult, not really; I thought I’d meet more resistanc...
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Reedsy Prompts Petra Y. Cooper Cooperwell@yahoo.comMenageI heard them talking I heard them discussing me as if I didn’t exist. Parents they really don’t see their mistakes and the choices they make. Their voices only grew more intense the deeper the discussion. My mother fussing, my father busting at the seams. What I want to know was what was so wrong with me that even my Own blwww.onedoor.ccood couldn’t stand me. I tried to turn and make it to my room, but I stumbled into the table by the door falling to the floor.They came rushing But not out of concern for me but for the love of their things. Incr...