The Best-Laid Plans_The Book on the Shelf_The Fault In Their Stars_Why?
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The Best-Laid Plans
Isa was always making plans. On Sundays, she’d write out her week’s schedule in half-hour increments, including such mundane things as brushing her teeth and changing into pjs. She liked to write it all out, and envision her day down to the tiniest detail. In the morning, she double-checked the list, which she had laid beside her alarm clock, and after her morning stretches, added any ideas that had bubbled up in her dreams. She put the things she would not do today either on her “Later” list or in an increasingly fat red journal that held all her lists and ideas to be implemented someday. Dur...
The Book on the Shelf
Riley walked along the rocky beach in the quiet late afternoon. The only sound was the ocean lapping at her feet. It was still chilly on the cape, but she had been raised there by her grandmother. The cold didn’t bother her. The blissful silence was interrupted by ringing. It wouldn’t stop and was getting louder and louder. “What is that?” she asked aloud as she lifted her head from her desk. It was early morning light steamed in the window. Through bleary eyes she stared at her cell phone. Three missed calls. Before she could see who called, it began ringing again.“Hello?”“Riley, where is my ...
The Fault In Their Stars
Last night’s dirty dishes were still stacked in the sink. Not scraped. Not rinsed. Not even soaked. Just leftover food encrusted on the dinner plates they’d once gleefully picked out for their wedding registry. A happy wedding years ago—actually, decades.Denise sighed, she didn’t have the time or inclination to deal with the mess. Mainly she wondered why her husband hadn’t cleaned up the kitchen. Ever since they’d stopped being intimate with each other, he had shouldered more and more of the household chores. Like that was compensation for not making love to her.She’d taken to wearing more eye...
Why?
"Why....???" Annie voice trailed off in a desperate plea for understanding as she picked up a red cup coated in an unidentifiable goo. "This," Steve indicated to the destroyed home, "is what happens when you let alcohol into a party." Annie looked like a war veteran staring at the cup, her eyes looking at the hours that had passed to causewww.onedoor.cc this destruction. Probably reliving the moments where she decided it would be a good idea to provide beer, thinking it innocent fun. "I didn't know." Steve put a gentle hand on her shoulder, looking into her vacant, despondent eyes. "How would you have kno...