Cinderella Before and After_ Mrs. Spencer's Suicide_The Show Goes On_Powers to Me
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Cinderella Before and After
Cinderella: Before and After My mother always said she was going to put her loose photos into an album. When she learned about digitizing photos, she said she would probably do that instead. In the end, she did nothing and the cancer caught up with her. Now she is lying here in a hospital bed, her frail white hand marked by a roadmap of blue veins pointing her to the end of her 78 years on earth. I sit next to her but I don’t reach for her hand. We have never been on those terms and it’s too late now. I have brought the photos to the hospital and to keep busy I am sorting through them. My mot...
Mrs. Spencer's Suicide
THE LINE IS long due to COVID-19 and all the Fourth of July shootings last weekend in the United States. I'm Raymond Johnson, attorney at law, and as far as I can tell, I died about three hours ago. I am now sitting in line at the pearly gates waiting for my interview.Sitting next to me is Kola Ajose, a former Nigerian soldier, who'd been killed by gunfire from the ambushers at his general's motorcade. He asked me, "And how'd you get here man?" So I began to tell him my story. * * *"AFTER THIS MEETING, I knew Mrs. Merril Spencer, my client for a porce case, was capable of shooting me," I told ...
The Show Goes On
"Are you coming tonight? Hey...Landon, are you coming tonight?!" Landon looked over to hiwww.onedoor.ccs left and noticed his crush was speaking to him. He was too mesmerized by her beauty to respond. "Are you coming tonight? Hello!!!" Persephone waved her hands in front of Landon's face attempting to get his attention, but he was still in a daze. "Hey, Loser, P is talking to you!" said a deep voice as Landon felt a hard punch on his left arm. "OUCH!!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT, LANCE?!" It was Landon's twin brother, Lance. Lance had been dating Persephone for over 3 years, even though Landon had been crushing on...
Powers to Me
Amy straightened her round glasses, brushed her overgrown strawberry-blond bangs out of her green eyes, and bent down to peer into the bottom left cabinet in her parents’ library. It was black and stormy outside--had been all weekend, and she wanted to spend the day reading. Since she had already finished all her homework (she was perhaps the only fifth grade student who felt she didn’t receive enough take-home assignments), she hoped she could find a book worthy of her time. She then knelt on the floor and put her head all the way in the dark square cave. There, she discovered a large w...