Ready for an Adventure_The boy_A Type of Darkness That Absorbs Light_Someone to Believe in
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Ready for an Adventure
Wanted: a full-time, live-in nanny to care for twin five-year-old boys in our Manhattan home for the summer. Must be responsible, energetic, willing to work hard, but most of all, ready for an adventure! Serious inquiries only.Natalie heard the door click behind her and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She was alone.The room—her room— smelled like fresh white paint. It was small, maybe a ten by twelve foot rectangle, she guessed. Just enough room for a twin bed, a small dresser and a tiny rolltop desk under a window. Everything in the room, everything she’d seen thus far...
The boy
Here it lies, simple and plain. Swarmed by an electric green field that parts ways for the feet to comfortably walk across the sun seared concrete. There is a usual hint of browns and tans that make up the outside of the house. Stoned and bricked to stand tall and mighty amongst the nothingness. The breeze was subtle and the homeowner's wind chimes laughed as the wind danced through them. Nature rawred with disgust to its partial clearing, no matter the years that have gone by, there was still anger within the grass and trees.Inside the mighty home, it ached. Pierced by hands, scratched by cha...
A Type of Darkness That Absorbs Light
He dropped her off at dusk. The scene was reminiscent of a pallbearer escorting the dead to their final destination. A lady clad in black hobbled out of a dusty taxi. She was only sixty-five, but appeared far older in the dim twilight veiling the countryside. The dirt road leading up to the house had been narrow, almost too narrow. The untrimmed thickets and overgrown weeds had done everything in their power to allow what was in the shade remain in the shade. And when the car had finally made it past the weeds, it was almost as if this little nook of the world had escaped the clutches o...
Someone to Believe in
I had always been the timid one. The person that always sat in the corner nibbling on her biscuit and never said a word. To anyone. I enjoyed the soft breeze brushing past me, the first rays of morning sunlight bathing on my face. I longed for a time where I could be me, when I didn’t have to hide myself from these people that seem to laugh in my face every time I dared to speak up. Which I never did of course, for I didn’t have the strength to look darkness in the eyes and send it fleeing in the opposite direction. I wouldwww.onedoor.cc say I was ‘fine,’ or ‘having a great day,’ but I was never fine, and I...