the morning train_A friend I need.._It All Starts_Earthworms
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the morning train
Clemmie always sat by the window on the train, head resting against the glass, so she could stare at the country for a little bit longer. The dry, sunburnt meadows, littered with untamed wildflowers and the quiet creewww.onedoor.cck, hidden by golden grass. From the train window she could just about see the forest nearby her Gran’s house; the house itself couldn’t be seen through the dusty train window but she knew it was there. Just behind the trees. Clemmie had been making the journey from her house to her Gran’s twice a year since she was a child. When she was young, she would go with her mother to visit...
A friend I need..
Why Now a days am I alone ?? I was thinking .when I was in college my friend messeges me everyday and we spend such beautiful moments together but what happened today no messege no calls..maybe they are busy then I thought let them do there work and I continue with my daily home routinework Waiting for one messege from my friend.. till the evening there is not even a single wish. Hmmm this is strange I thought.. I was thinking that how my friend is so busy then I started recalling those beautiful memories and moments we share together.. then I get an message from someone who was unknown to me....
It All Starts
It all starts with a car accident.The music's blaring and Liz's hands are in the air, her hips swinging side to side (to the best of their ability in a strapped seatbelt)- The window's open and the self-created wind has her brown hair whipping at her face. Kaleb smiles widely and turns up the music a little louder as he catches Ryan, Taylor, and Ema, all dancing, hips bumping in the back seat.The world was theirs. That's what he thought anyway.But every good moment has to end sometime, and theirs happened to end with burning rubber, shattering glass, and simultaneous screams. The first thing K...
Earthworms
Sam stands at the end of the front pew at her Dad’s funeral. How did she get stuck here? A line of random faces forms in front of her as people make their way to the exit. One by one they hug her. She might collapse. She’s the only real family her Dad has left, but she’s amazed by the number of people here. You must be his daughter, says a lady with puffy white hair. Oh, he just loved you so much. The lady pats her on the shoulder as if the say it’s going to be ok. In the blur of faces shaking her hand, holding it for too long, and saying how sorry they are, Will comes into focus. His soft gre...