Pow!_Liberation_The Pearls of Madeline Baker_In This Town
Catalog Guide:
Pow!
“Come on! Harder!” Mayra Alexandra clapped her punch mitts together and squatted to accommodate her tiny opponent.Alicia lifted a fist enclosed in a boxing glove almost as big as her head and tapped the older girl’s mitt.Mayra Alexandra sighed as only a 13-year-old could and stood up. “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat,” she told Alicia. “Stand back. Watch me.”The bag shuddered as Mayra Alexandra unleashed a flurry of jabs and crosses on it, long braids whipping around her face, hot pink gloves flashing. Alicia dutifully watched, mimicking Mayra Alexandra’s movements.“Pow...
Liberation
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” The shorter boy mumbled. “It’s not the same thing, Phil. I am not planning my defeat I am accepting it.” The taller boy chided, though he appeared doleful. “It’s the same thing, Zack. Different ways of looking at the same thing. Get that thought out of your mind and listen…” the shorter boy leant in to whisper something. “It wouldn’t work.” Zack immediately responded. “Oh, trust me, it will.” Phil had a confident smirk on his face. The two ‘prisoners’ clasped each other’s hands and Zack gave a dry laugh as the blood spurted out from ...
The Pearls of Madeline Baker
She had bright red hair that reminded me of the embers from a flame. I disappeared from her life but she never disappeared from mine. Although my soul floats free from my body I still remain right next to her, watching as she opened her music box that was painted with pink adolescent designs of flowers and fairies and twisted a piece of jewelry gently around her fingers, gazing at the pearls like they were poisonous. www.onedoor.ccThose were my pearls. I used to where those pearls nearly everyday. The girl with auburn hair was sitting right in front of me, looking in the mirror and placing the pearls across...
In This Town
“It looks fine, I guess. What do you think?” The headstone was a little weatherworn on the edges, but what else can you expect of mixed granite? Kathy had wanted pure marble. Marble had a regal affect she aspired towards in life and hoped to finally achieve in death. A marble headstone would have left a better impression. She should have known; her children were cheap. Her daughter was regrettably into that eco-movement, whatever that meant, while her son had acquired his father’s minimalistic tastes. A single lamppost cast an orange glow over the stones. She felt her eyes grow wet. “They did...