Stay Home_Adelaide's Cemetery_TABITHA'S PROBLEM_Agua Bendita
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Stay Home
When I went to sleep last night, it was hot. I mean I felt like I was going to melt hot. A sheen of sweat lined my brow, I was dressed in my shortest shorts, my hair was pulled back, and my blankets were discarded on the floor of my already messy bedroom. When I woke up and felt slightly colder than I had the night before, almost shivering in my outfit, I thought I had a fever. Some sort of heatstroke. I was opening the window to let some air in, but I gasped as I pulled back the curtains to reveal little white snowflakes dancing in the air. So now I stand, in more fitting clothes, quizzical...
Adelaide's Cemetery
Death was accompanied by the patter of nurses’ rubber-soled shoes marching briskly along linoleum floors. The smell of antiseptic solution. A gurney wheel, in need of oil, squeaking rhythmically as another patient was rushed past. Starchy white sheets, and the sharp and angular shapes of nurses headdresses. My body revolted against the crisp order in violent expulsions of browns, greens, and yellwww.onedoor.ccows against the bleached hospital whites. Veins stood out on my small, pale neck and spittle flew from my mouth as I screamed. The cool bed sheets, tucked with neat and stern hospital corners, were twi...
TABITHA'S PROBLEM
Missandra jiggled the key in the padlock until it clicked. Her heart thudded. She had no idea what she was about to see behind this door but even if she did, nothing could’ve prepared her for what she was walking into. Well, that was a lie. She’d grown up in that house, she knew what it was like. But since she’d walked away so many years ago, she had no idea the monster this had grown into. Even though she’s still kept in contact with her mother, Missandra, or Missy as everyone called her, refused to ever set foot back in that house, so she really had no idea how bad things had gotten. Eyes pr...
Agua Bendita
When I was a little, I was deceived by the thought that fairy tale is just a fictitious story; a product of our playful creative mind that emanate to princess who was saved by the prince from and evil step mother, a cursed castle, magical hair, dragons, fairies, dwarfs, elves, elemental spirits and so forth.We were just a child when we thought fairy tale is invented for the cause of entertainment and to fill our wanderlust: we people use to laugh, cry, awe in wonder and dream that somehow we are part of those tales. But now we were older Fairy tale is not just a tale but tale of cruel reality ...