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Too Late To Forgive Now
I pulled back the curtains an inch or so and peeped out into the darkness. I then ran quickly to the front door and checked it again. The silence of the night was broken only by Bobby snoring on the couch. Kneeling down I stroked his brown coat and he shook his head, opened one eye and then the other. “Hello boy. Come on out the back”. I rued the fact that I gave hiwww.onedoor.ccm so many titbits because he was now too fat to get in and out through the dog flap – ‘I really must get a bigger one soon ‘I thought. Before going outside I looked furtively out of the window and decided that my imagination was far...
Travesties in Lyme-Regis
A bright yellow sun winked its eye over the hills in the East. "Sunday morning, in the life of 2073," typed Father Jimmy Savvalas in his soon-to-be-read sermon, at church today. He felt like a seminarian, procrastinating his sermons 'til the day before, if not the day of. Times were tough of late, however, for the region of Dorset, town of Lyme Regis, and soon, for the whole country of England. Father Jimmy turned his television off. Click. The only thing fun he did these days was watch movies, trying to get his mind off the riots.A convert to Catholicism, sixty-six year old Dimitrios Savval...
The Ghosts Of The City (And A Boy Called Bran)
Trigger Warning; swearing, mentions of child abuseBran knew that Halloween was important, but he never could truly express why it was in words. It was more of a gut feeling, a feeling that gnawed at his soul each year he spent inside his empty dark space of a room rather than outside in the streets. His room wasn’t the problem anymore, though it had been when he was first placed here with the foster program; it felt like a prison with blank cream walls and a single square window that was too high up on the wall to see out of, and the bed made for toddlers holding itself together with its own s...
The one-time people
This is my worst nightmare. Consciousness has come to me for another day. I lift my head up and sigh. I look around, my eyelids heavy, perhaps from sleep, perhaps from the expectations of another long day ahead. I wonder if anything different will happen today. This is how it has been for weeks now, maybe months. I’m not sure. I don’t know why I am here. No one has tried to explain it to me. I am homesick. What happened to my family? Why was I taken from my house? I miss my family. I miss my toys. I miss the grassy backyard with the swing set and the flower beds. I spent a lot of time out the...