The hollow forest_What Goes Unsaid_Everyone Has Skeletons_Embers and Cinders
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The hollow forest
The sun was setting, slowly, painfully. I made my way through the hollow forest, not remembering where I came from or where I was going. It had a familiar feeling to it, like if I'd been here before, the weeping trees, the loud quiet that rushed through the breeze. It just seemed so familiar. "- That doesn't matter right now," I thought out loud and kept on walking deeper and deeper into this unknown maze. One thing was for sure: I had to find shelter. The dropping temperatures made it clear that I wouldn't make it till morning with no real heat. "- What is this place?" I asked myself, wa...
What Goes Unsaid
April 10, 1944My Dear Friend Charles,How are you? I have not seen you for such a long time. Did you find the hat that I left on your desk? Mr. Watson said you’d be working away the next couple days so I hope you got it. You should have seen the looks the men gave me when I walked in with your hat. They didn’t believe me when I said you’d left it in my car after I’d fetched you home. Ralph Engel said, “I wonder how you got your hands on that?” I felt their eyes all on me.I tried to drop it by your place on Wednesday, but no one answered when I knocked. Is Mrs. Kocher still keeping house for you...
Everyone Has Skeletons
I walked down the narrow footway, clutching my cardigan tighter around my body with each step. I normally would never do this. I hated it, but my husband, Ryan, forced me into going against my will. "Come on, Aimee. If you never go out, you'd never meet new people." "But that's the whole point!" I had counter-argued. Obviously, it was not strong enough as here I was, in the cold and holding a container of cookies to give to my neighbors. No, I did not bake them. I never really understood the whole concept of giving thinwww.onedoor.ccgs to someone else that just moved in next door. It's not my business to kn...
Embers and Cinders
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire-and I was terrified. Panic spread through me as flames hungrily consumed the living and the dead; devouring nerve and flesh like paper. As I stood at its mercy, one thought struck me as a physical blow. No one cared. Not of me, not that I stood helpless against the vibrancy, but that they too burned. Everyone did. Couples, families, children-heavens the children!-they burned the brightest and fastest. 'Save them-Save the poor children!' I wanted to cry, but my voice-like my courage-had been locked inside. Astonishment overthrew my panic on...