Grandmother_A 10 years Journey_Writing the Future_ Faded Memories
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Grandmother
He pushed the business end of his shovel into the soft earth and cursed when a splash of muddy watewww.onedoor.ccr hit his shin. He supposed doing this right after it had rained was a terrible idea, but then again, he wasn't exactly known for his brilliant ideas. Connor was digging a hole to bury a time capsule. It had been something he'd wanted to do for a while, but a "go-getter" attitude was another thing Connor wasn't known for. He procrastinated and procrastinated; with this time capsule, with his homework, with his chores, with spending time with his family… After what happened last week, he decided h...
A 10 years Journey
"Next time I see you, will be 10 years after."I dug a deep hole and covered the black box with soil. Planted some peppermint trees around the soil as marking and walked away.My heart wondered as I walked my way home.10 years… will it be too late? Or should I never dig it out? The first time I put something into a time capsule. Feel like it’s a terrible idea after all."How's your journey?" My brother Leo asked."Not too bad”. I said, tried hard to not show my emotions."Don't think about it. Once you buried it, it already becomes a legend.""Okay." I nodded. Thinking about myself 10 years after. W...
Writing the Future
I used to think the future was set in stone, but now I’m not so sure... I was involved in an “incident”. The documents regarding my identity said I was trafficked from Cambodia in a shipping-freight before becoming a human lab-rat… I only know this because I stole the papers before escaping. How did I get out? I don’t know, I forget the details. Whatever they did to me, something changed: I can see the future… and at the time, I saw a way out. I took it, and here I am. But I must clarify, seeing “the future” implies there is only one… But time is a strange thing. It’s constantly splitting int...
Faded Memories
I was feeling a little nervous as my husband, Don, and I approached the lobby of the Keystone Marriot in Downtown Cleveland. The Ohio Autumn was creeping towards winter which meant cold days were on the way. The hotel lobby was decorated with orange, red and yellow leaves hanging from the branches of artificial trees spread throughout the area. "How do I look?" I asked Don. I had dressed to impress my Schenley High School classmates at our 25th class reunion. No one could say that I had let myself go throughout the years. Don gave me a kiss on the cheek and started humming "The Way You Look To...