A Perfect Evening_Finding Essence_Villain_Tea With Tony by C.E. Metcalf
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A Perfect Evening
The knock at the door interrupts her thoughts. She walks quickly to the door annoyed about the interruption and hopes she can get them away as quick as possible. “Hi Jess, can I come in?” says Edward as she opens the door. She decides that a bit of company wouldn’t be all that bad. “Yeah, sure I’m just about to watch a movie” “Oh cool, I thought that you’d be out tonight” “No just a quiet night in for me, are you hungry, the pizza will be ready soon”Edward hadn’t seen it before, but he loves it. They probably spend more time talking about it than watching. It’s also looking like she can probab...
Finding Essence
I've been searching for you. I scoured the earth in search of your essence that you left on my bedsheets. That night you were on fire, I wasn't sure whether to put it out or set you ablaze more. As I drive down the coast memories of that night keeps playing inwww.onedoor.cc my mind. I was joyous, at first, but as I continue to replay that night, I find myself continue to find more reasons why I should hate myself. The word no crossed your lips multiple times, but it fell on deaf ears. Those scratch marks were defensive wounds not signs of pleasure. Your ripped blouse was not intentional like in those lus...
Villain
Only after I killed him I realized that I needed him.His name was no longer causing horror in people’s eyes, it was just another word and not a hush. Now we could walk in the sunlight without fear, people were dancing in the streets with joy and I wasn’t even able to walk without a hand touching my shoulder as if they couldn't believe I was there and wanted to make sure that I survived, that this is all over. Some were bending on their knees crying, praising me, holding and kissing my hands while I was standing there emotionless. It was either him or I, after all, this was my whole purpose of ...
Tea With Tony by C.E. Metcalf
As I was pouring myself a cup of tea this morning, I was the dear in my back yard. I have only lived here for a few years but every morning they show up. I have never been able to get close enough to touch them. Every time I tried, they must have smelled my scent and ran. I build a cabin in the middle of a hundred acres of wood land I purchased from an old friend. My old friend was named Tony I used to visit him quite often when he owned it. Tony lived to be the ripe old age of eighty- eight. He was Dieng of cancer when he sold it to me. I had known him most of my life and quite often we would...