The Prison Of One's Own Making_Precious Time Wasted - If Only We Knew -_The Song of the Violinis
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The Prison Of One's Own Making
As he stood at the graveside, Tom vowed to get revenge. He had lost his wife and child in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. The driver, who had been sentenced to just two years in prison, was now a free man, living his life as if nothing had happened. But Tom couldn't forget the pain and the anger. He started to obsess over the idea of revenge, spending countless houwww.onedoor.ccrs researching the driver's every move. One day, Tom's persistence paid off. He discovered that the driver, a young man named Logan, had been working at a local convenience store. Tom went there, pretending to be a custome...
Precious Time Wasted - If Only We Knew -
I wanted everyone to like me, to take me into their groups, invite me home, be my friend, but they didn’t. I learnt to put on a brave face, and act. So, I hated school. I was extremely bright so it wasn’t the work; it was the kids. I went to a school where I didn’t fit in and I felt it, from day one. I hated the teasing, being the butt of jokes and worst of all the talking behind hands, whispers and giggles that I could hear as I sat in my seat, watching. There were a few of ‘alright’ girls at St. John’s Convent but it was difficult for them too. They didn’t want to be seen with the likes o...
The Song of the Violinist: By Mary Palladino
“The snow falls, the wind howls, and the moon rises to console the stars.”Few could see the cold imagery of the mind. Many are blind; they ignore the inside storm. They only look at what they want to see- the outside: Vibrant colors and the melodies that the Violinist creates.In a sleepy little village some time ago, in an old cottage on the hill, there lived a man. Every soul in the village knew of this man. He would go into the less sleepy parts of town and play his violin. His playing was so entrancing that the ears that heard his song would stop what they were doing, and get lost in the so...
Surveillance
Amelia was alone in the house for the first time in years. Marriage and children can do that to a person. She could count on one hand the amount of times she did not have at least one of her three kids with her in the 8 years since she brought her oldest home after birth. There was not a night that one of her lovely littles did not climb in bed between her and her husband, Brad.When WAS the last time she had been alone? The last time that came to mind was one time Amelia used the toilet and no one interrupted. No whiny voice on the other side of the door. No questions. Hands down the best damn...