The Woods Hold Secrets_Written confession_Box of Memories (sequel to "Breaking with Tradition&q
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The Woods Hold Secrets
My best friend and I sat and watched the sunrise, and for the first time in a while I felt whole. I stared at the clock the minutes were ticking by I was sure about it, but time still moved slowly, I was waiting for my plane gate to be called it had to have been over two hours since I first got here. "Flight 280," the ground staff called out over the intercom. I rushed to grab my things, and hurriedly ran to the desk, ditching and dodging ongoers. As I made it onto the plane the stewardess greeted me, and I smiled before going to my seat. I was anxious, this was my first time seeing my best fr...
Written confession
Nina, I'm sorrwww.onedoor.ccy. I really am, but you have to see where I'm coming from. What else could I have done, after seeing that? I did what I had to do.Nina, I'm sorry. You deserved better than him. Even without... that, you deserved better. I could have been better for you than him. I would have been better. So, you see, he had to go. I had to get rid of him. I did what I had to do.Nina, I'm sorry. I love you, you know that, right? I've always loved you. Two little kids, running around on the playground, swearing to be friends forever. You love me, but you never loved me in the ways that counted. Th...
Box of Memories (sequel to "Breaking with Tradition")
When the clutter in your basement looks more like rising floodwaters, it's time to go down there and deal with it. Building an ark to escape in would only be a way of avoiding the inevitable. And, besides, God would probably want me to go out into the world and collect all the animals, two by two. No thanks. I'd rather deal with the clutter.I opened the basement door and looked down the stairs. The only clear area was the path from the bottom of the stairs to the washer and dryer. The path was walled-in by piles of clutter almost up to my hips.I sighed and made my way down the stairs. About ha...
Ties and Traditions
Holidays were always fun. She always looked forward to the thanksgiving dinners and the Christmas lunches where her families got together. Differences were always put aside those days. While there was always the odd aunt or uncle arguing in another room, they’d been big enough for their voices to overtake their shouting.That was before her parents porced. Before her mom decided Christmas and Thanksgiving wasn’t worth celebrating if it just meant her own family would be looking at her as if she were the one who committed a crime. That was before her father started dating his new wife. For the l...