The bond_Janet's Loss_Broken Heart_Our Own Sort of Paradise
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The bond
She was smiling. “I promise I won’t do it ever again, “ Phil said feeling this kind-hearted, yet since some time oddly heart shattering... kindheartshattering... look on him and pretty much nothing else. “I promise right here and right now, Maddie, I will never call you fat. Never again”. For a split second he considered trying to go back to writing his essay that was never going to finish its third thesis and the conclusion by itself, but this scary emptiness was distracting. The lamp that buzzed as if it came from 13th century, although it quite certainly arrived yesterday from Amazon, was...
Janet's Loss
It all started in the morning, a cold windy quiet morning in which wind roared loudly as if to awake me from my sleep in place of my alarm. The cold burst through my thin cotton sheets and this sudden change did not give me an opportunity to register and respond. It swww.onedoor.ccimply puzzled me and I was fascinated by it. The days before were extremely hot and humid that it made it difficult to cope. I could barely breathe in such humid conditions. While I processed all that had surrounded me, Janet, a close friend of mine had come to the door. It seems she may have come to check up on me based on her kn...
Broken Heart
“Pam, could you come over to my house?” I pleaded.“Why?” the phone muffled back.“Just come over! Your surprise is waiting; ask no more.” I responded.“Okay, then.” Pamela hesitated, exactly as the doorbell rang.Down the stairs, I went, and to the door, I ran. “Here too soon, Ash?” my friend grinned.“What and how? Never mind! It’s freezing out there. Come in!” I panted.“Look, Ashley. You’ve got to accept the fact that I’m -”Finishing her sentence, I murmured, “More talented, more organized, more educated, and more trusted.” Pam raves about herself a lot, so I keep her in her place more often. “...
Our Own Sort of Paradise
It was a quiet fall evening, in which no birds sang, no cars hummed. The frigid air bit Abigail’s cheeks, and she shivered, wrapping her scarf tighter around her. The bright leaves looked like flames as they fell and piled up under the old oak she used to climb. Abigail let out another breath, warming the air around her. Finally, she stepped off the old creaky porch and headed down the well worn path to the woods. It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Looking around at the trees and giant moss covered boulders, a small smile spre...