An Outsider_Letters Together_Whistle Me Yellow_Remembering before deciding
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An Outsider
52、 The number of tallies I had drawn onto the wall to my right. It had been almost two months since she’d left me here. The days had blurred together at this point, but when I closed my eyes I could still see the exact look on her face the day we said goodbye. Pain, confusion, relief. I couldn’t blame her honestly, she had given a better fight than I would have been able to muster in her position. Then again, that’s the reason I’m in here and she’s not.The sun was setting and my best guess was that it was somewhere around 6PM. I laid on the floor hoping that the icy tile would invigorate me e...
Letters Together
It was late afternoon. The light shone into the study through the parted blue curtains, providing some light to those inside. An old woman was writing at her desk when a small child came up beside her. They stood at her right, curiously looking at the papers before her. “What are you doing, Nana?” asked the small child.“I’m writing a letter to my friend,” said the old woman.“A letter? Can’t you use your phone to call your friend?”“I could. But, you see, my friend and I have been writing letters since we were your age.”“Wow. That’s a long time, because you’re old. What do you write about?” the...
Whistle Me Yellow
Lifting only his upper half up from the ground Patrick peered through an opening in the broken zipper and first saw the bed of brown rocks and boulders that accumulated under the bridge, then, saw the puffs of pillowed virgin snow that contoured the shores of a white frozen river. The rocks were cold, edged and their sizes smothered him.Throughout the night, the rough polyester and nylon material had hooked into the sleet coated rocks; by the time Patrick opened his eyes the bottom of his tent was matted and threatened to rip apart when he shifted only slightly, guess I slept without shivering...
Remembering before deciding
A year ago, I was made to make the decision that will change my future, that will determine love between hatred. My story started ten years ago. www.onedoor.ccI grew up with parts of my life jumbled up everywhere, from parts of it on the streets to parts in Calfornia to Temple, Texas to Hattiesburg, Mississippi to Danville, Illinois to bad houses to Boston then finally to Kent. I was born with the worst parents in the world, my father abused my mother and they were both drunkards. They would go out dealing, leaving three years old me in a shed. I remember the time when I was five and I saw both of my parent...