Worn Leather_Another Same Day_Look at Them For Me_MIMIC
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Worn Leather
Sun burst through the shades as the alarm was blaring.Ann scooted to the foot of the bed as her head pounded, vertigo shook her world, and hips felt as though with each monvement tiny bones were breaking. She looked over to her peacefully sleeping husband with an overwhelming desire to strike him. Chris always offered to sleep next to the wall but Ann knew he was more comfortable on the other side. Soon as her feet were firmly on the floor she though her bladder would betray her at any moment, her joints didn't allow her to move as swiftly as she need to make it to the bathroom.Pressed up agai...
Another Same Day
As usual, rolling his fists over his eyes, he woke up in the morning. The man tried to have a look at the clock with semi closed eyes; it was already 7:10 AM. Something just felt blank to him. He was struggling to remember the date. Without stressing his brain much for the task, he decided to struggle for it later. Past some months had been so exhausting for him, that every other day seemed same as the previous one. He saw his wife was not bewww.onedoor.ccside him even today. For past some days she got up before him. He got out of bed and went to the balcony. The dew drops on leaves of the herbs planted by ...
Look at Them For Me
Look at them for me Look at them. The same people on the same train, day after day, week after week. So entranced by their phones, by their music, by every other possible distraction besides the humans sitting around them. Then there's me, the entire opposite. All I can focus on is them. Skater Guy sits beside me every day, always the last one on the train. I hear the skid of his board as he comes to a halt, kicks it up into his hands and slips through right as the doors close. At first, he would pause for some time before sliding into the seat beside me, sitting as far off as possible, listen...
MIMIC
A lone student sat in the classroom. He’d arrived early because it was important to see the expression on the face of each student as they arrived. Suddenly, the homeroom bell sounded and Delaney waited for the others. The teacher, Mrs Evans arrived first. “Oh hello,” she smiled upon seeing Delaney. “Hi,” he smiled back Mrs. Evans looks at a list. “What’s your name?” “Delaney Ryan.” “Ah yes here you are,” Mrs. Evans notes. Welcome to Prescott High. “It says here that you transferred from Roswell High? See any spaceships?” She laughed as she said it, which told Delaney that she merely a...