The Withdrawal_Nothing Into Everything_A white lie that spiralls out of control_Unforeseen Consequen
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The Withdrawal
NAME OF THE STORY: THE WITHDRAWAL NUMBER OF WORDS: 2,327 wordsTHE WITHDRAWAL “There are many ways of breaking a heart, stories were full of hearts being broken by love, but what really broke the heart was taking away the dream – whatever thwww.onedoor.ccat dream might be.” – Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. “Surely better a stone in the manure than gold in the mountain stream among the tundra temperate regions during the winter,” this were the words that were silently playing in the mind of Caractacus. “Don’t worry,” came the graduate’s voice,” who knows, I may go through.” Caractacus had attained and secured a de...
Nothing Into Everything
I am the queen of almost. I almost became a professional dancer. I almost played basketball on Junior Varsity. I almost made art my career. But obviously, those things never happened. Why? Because I never make things happen. I mean, I study every day. I almost made prom queen. But 1) I'm just not popular enough, and 2) I never make anything. It's always almost. I have to put up with things like my parents saying, "Great job, honey! You almost won!" They know it's not good. They know I'm not good enough. But whatever. You learn to deal with things. Just like I've learned to deal with never get...
A white lie that spiralls out of control
Tom woke with a start. He was fully dressed. He looked at his bedside clock; it was 11、27 pm. He had been asleep for almost fourteen hours. His wife Penny was asleep next to him no doubt having only recently gone to bed. He quietly got up and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee, then headed for his study. His mobile ‘phone had been in his pocket all that time, switched on. There were no signs of text messages or voicemails from his mistress. He had been so stressed with the previous day’s events when the fire destroyed his business, that uninterrupted sleep had been the tonic he need...
Unforeseen Consequences
We sit at the table every night, in the exact same places. Ma on my right at the head, on the chair with the arm rests, Chaarun on Ma’s right, little Cody next to him, and Coffey next to me. When I’m lying in bed at night, Chaarun asleep beside me, I like to replay dinnertime over and over in my mind. I screw my eyes shut tight and force myself to remember. I’ve done this every night since my 5th birthday. That was 3 years ago because, on my last birthday, my cake had 9 candles. If I don’t remember, I’ll never get my chance to escape.When my eyes are shut, I can see Ma’s arm and the way it ji...