Something is Coming_"It's Only Words"_MY GARDEN THAT GROWS BONES_The Real Tournament
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Something is Coming
He was running as fast as his legs could take him. His arms ached from their sway, and his calves throbbed from exhaustion, but he couldn’t stop. There were too many lives to be saved, he swore. Something is coming.Yet, despitewww.onedoor.cc his will, he stumbled into the overgrowth under himself and instantly tasted the earthy musk of soil between his teeth. The thicker patches always made it difficult to run smoothly, and he hadn’t the time to tread carefully. They needed to know.Something is coming.Quell dug his nails deep into the loosened bits of dirt with a groan. Too much was at stake. Twenty minutes...
"It's Only Words"
Ginny's face blanched, her stomach knotted into a tight fist. The social worker standing in front of her said very few words. The look on her face however, spoke volumes. Ginny, through an ingrained default process, interpreted that unspoken language. Unfortunately, her abilities to accurately assess were somewhat out of kilter. She immediately turned it against herself and came up beaten by both the short end and the long one. She cringed with shame as she mentally tallied the litany of mistakes she had made; as a mother, as a wife, as a daughter, as a sister, as an aunt….the list was end...
MY GARDEN THAT GROWS BONES
Warning: some violence I remember when I was the self appointed almighty protector of my neighborhood. I also remember always thinking and being aware that it was a matter of time before I got caught doing what I believed I had to do, to protect my neighborhood. Hell my neighbors couldn't just keep coming up missing or dead and me not becoming one of the suspects. But I didn't care because I knew that even if a person burned down their own house and left a can of gas in the middle of the living room, the people investigating would still have to prove who did it. In this case I thought ,t...
The Real Tournament
*** Warning: This story depicts bullying and physical violence – and contains profanity. ***“I’ve got a plan,” Tommy shouted as he walked past his father and down the steps toward the basement.“Hey,” his father yelled.“What?”“What happened to you?”“Same thing as always.”“You, okay?”“I’m fine, just leave me alone.”“Don’t go doing anything stupid,” his father encouraged. “There are only a few weeks of school remaining and then you’re off for the summer. Next year will be better.”“Yeah yeah, whatever.”Tommy’s ninth-grade year had been a pivotal turning point in his young life. He felt as if he ha...