The winter Of Asa’s return_House of Shadows_Jesse's Plight_To be Human
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The winter Of Asa’s return
It was raining. A lot. “It’s okay, right?” My mother was pacing back and forth, traveling the short space between the wall and the check out desk. “I mean we can just put up tents, right? It's no big deal, we have like, an hour.” My mom wasn’t good with surprises. She likes to have every hour of everyday mapped out. But she had not planned for the Chicago sky to open up and spill out a full inch of rain, on the exact day that our annual Christmas bake off festival was planned.“Yes mom, that's exactly what we’ll do. Good Idea. I’ll get Martian and we’ll go pick up some tents from Walmart and s...
House of Shadows
The cool morning breeze wafts in through the slightly ajar window, interrupting the stagnant bedroom. The shades drawn almost all the way down impede the brilliant sunshine from entering. Therefore, the room remains shrouded in darkness. It is the way he prefers it. Thomas Patrick groans throatily as he gradually registers that he is still alive. Another morning awoken to his miserable surroundings. The emptiness of the bedroom hides any sign of character. Grey walls, a twin-sized bed with faded blue sheets, a single dresser. No photos, no books, no lamp. No memories to display. No reminders o...
Jesse's Plight
Jesse's Plight Howard SeeleyIt was ten in the morning and Jesse was staring out the classroom window. The sun was out, and he could see the ninth-grade gym class playing soccer. The cheers and shouts were loud enough to pierce through the glass, further distracting him. I wish I were out there with them, he thought. But reality was stronger than fiction. He turned to the biology teacher, Mr. Palmer. In Jesse’s mind, he wasn’t much more than a bore. Mr. Palmer’s droning voice and the gibberish he has written on the blackboard trying to explain cell pision was more than enough to put Jesse to sl...
To be Human
Word Count: 1361 * My muse has had this basic concept for a while. This intro seemed to fit so well, I decided to go with it. Perhaps not what you would expect from a seemingly straightforward autumn theme but finger's crossed it's enjoyed!To be Human.-By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. You could consider that to be the truth of both the autumnal colours cascading through the trees surrounding the compound and the leaves of paper (Pages? Folios? Oh, what does it matter anyway?) that I had left burning behind me. I have always been amused by word plawww.onedoor.ccys. Even as I glanced b...