I Love you too_There is No Introvert Like a Vampire_Divided_Wheel of Time
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I Love you too
“Again?” I cried indignantly. “I swear I didn’t mean to, It just sort of happens!” “Ella, this sort of thing doesn’t just happen.”“It does, honest!” She flipped her blond curls behind her shoulder, and glared at me. I took a deep breath. This was difficult for her too, I reminded myself. She’s your sister, have some compassion. I levelled my voice. “I understand that you’re trying. I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s like one-hundred percent easier to like, not kill people than to kill people. Can’t you just...not?” I knew I sounded pathetic, and that she couldn’t just not. But it was worth asking. She...
There is No Introvert Like a Vampire
“Are you coming tonight?” Henry stood at her home’s threshold, dusk bleeding over the sky behind. He leaned against the door frame. The evening drew a silent breeze. She stood, turned away from him with a hood over her head, as if in a thrall. A chair sat beside her desk, indented from months of sitting. The computer screen and keyboard were cloaked in dust. Shades covered each window—all except for one. She had been staring out it for hours, watching her reflection wane with the dawn. He put his hands in his pocket as the wind howled. She remained still, eyes locked on the falling sun. “You ...
Divided
Divided My life was going smooth. IT was a life of insouciance, nothing to perturb that harmony. That was, days ago. I’m the strong and intrepid man God shaped me. I’m fully grown. But right now, I am struck by an awful realization that I’m not intrepid- at all. I’m too yellow-bellied to face my past, I’m too feeble to live with it. With God, nothing’s impossible, in His own time. I’ll learn to live with it. Maybe now’s the perfect time to learn to accept the past, and stop shooing it away and use it as a stepping stone for a future with God’s plan for me guiding it. Days ago, I actually thoug...
Wheel of Time
Maya hadn’t shown up today.It wouldn’t be the first time. The teacher, impatient and indignant in the beginning, had now resigned himself to a reluctant acceptance of Maya’s no-shows for the nature walks that formed an integral part of the ‘Citizen scientist: a bird’s-eye view into the whorls of science.’ Mr. Tate wasn’t old, reflected Rhea, but he certainly belonged to that category of adults who were disbelieving of young teens who, when privileged to come into contact with themselves, should ever dream of not availing themselves fully www.onedoor.ccof the vast fountains of knowledge that could be bestowe...