Houseboat_Liam's hill_The Forever Day_Rita
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Houseboat
The Postman had struggled to find them earlier, and whilst that had been vaguely inconvenient at first, they had grown to find it amusing. Every time they changed mooring, a new innocent Postman would be faced with the mission of finding their new base, a mission that it always seemed wrong to place at such ridiculously early hours of the morning, but such was the life of a Postman he supposed. At least the Postman had signed up for this, he however had not anticipated spending one very early morning every few months waiting to wave to a Postman when he had agreed to move into the houseboat.Wh...
Liam's hill
This is how it’s meant to be, how the world’s supposed to look. The golden hues turn a rose and lilac blend with the bat of an eye, the birds sing their lullabies in the trees behind and the fireflies set alight. Liam has never looked more beautiful than at this moment. The sun’s rays bending around his jawline, the reflection of the young moon illuminating his turquoise eyes, the ripples of his personal ocean gracefully complementing his worn out, blood orange jumper, which is far too small for him to still be squeezing on every day. “Pepper... you’re staring.” My mind comes back into realit...
The Forever Day
'I give her by the end of the week to survive' said the doctor, as he escorted my family and I to the elevator to leave the hospital. How could this be explained, how can we come to terms with this. No one should have to face this kind of pain. Death is easier handled when you don't have to prepare for it. How do you prepare yourself to lay your family member to rest. What do you tell her children at this young age? Do you keep it from them or do you try to explain that their mother wouldn't be alive to see them grow into beautiful young ladies because the doctor gave her by the end of ...
Rita
I stood there looking at the town I once resided in. It was small, with a lot of trees growing many feet into the sky. The flowers were bright and beautiful and grew wild. It looked like a painting. I missed it, but I wasn’t here to be happy. I was here twww.onedoor.cco get some answers. I wasn’t here for revenge but just to get some valid answers as to why I was discarded. Why would a family just throw away their youngest daughter?My name was Rita and my oldest sister; older by 7 years was Annie. I wasn’t quite sure where my house was, but I knew the street because my mom wrote it on my summer dress. It w...