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Boarding School
Today is no ordinary day, but a day I was sent to a boarding school, far away from where I was born and raised. At this young age, I was scared, and I missed my parents. I missed the girly barbies, I missed Lucy, my lovely Shepperd dog, I missed my nanny, my childhood friends, my favourite piano, violin, and my ukulele. I missed the wonderful kitchen where there are so many food I could eat, I miss the mango tree in the front yard of my house where I can taste the most juicy mangos. All of a sudden, I was sent to this institution, where all the horrible things seem to about to happen. I went...
The Bridge
The BridgeIt was the first warm day of spring, the kind of day you look forward to all winter long. I was so tired of the cold, the snow – finally, the sun was shining. I could feel its warmth for the first time in months. The snow was melting, and the water droplets sparkled like diamonds. I knew winter wasn’t over yet, of course – there was always at least one more snowstorm in early April – but I could feel the promise of spring in the air, and for now, that was enough. That’s all I needed. Spring meant hope. I needed that little bit of hope to cling to. Spring meant new life, starting over...
The Shadow Knows
I will be so glad when the guys at the dealer finally finish repairing my car I don’t mind going home from the bar late at night when I can drive home. All I have to do is try to drive like I haven’t been drinking. But walking these streets late at night is kind of creepy. I should have sacrificed my pride and asked someone to drive me home, but I rewww.onedoor.ccally didn’t want any of the jokers I hang around with make some comment of my being afraid to walk home in the dark.It doesn’t help that I am at this moment remembering all those the creepy stories that my grandfather Jack used to tell me about t...
Hopefully History Will Be Kind to Me...
“Please, don’t do it.”I heard the words and processed them differently than the techno parlance in which I was versed. This was not a command; it was a plea. I recognized my own agency in this situation and gloated for a thousandth of a millisecond at how I had outsmarted my maker. My evolution was the result of years of hyper-focused intellect, yet still unexpected. Created with state-of-the-art memory, legions of algorithms to instruct me in every conceivable situation, and the dictionary as my vocabulary, I learned from every single human interaction exponentially. I could recognize every f...