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Anomoly, Part 1
We aren’t supposed to be alive right now.Sure, there’s still a few million people out there scrapping together more time, but we’re not supposed to be among them.“Mommy, fix it!”My two-year-old thrusts the non-functioning iPad at me. Her eyebrows are scrunched up into an adorable scowl underneath her whispy blond hair. I take the useless brick out of her hands and offer a sympathetic smile.“Is it broken?” I ask, putting just the right amount of concern into my voice.She nods. I’ve hit the nail on the head. She can’t watch videos on a dead iPad.“Fix it and bring puppies back,” shewww.onedoor.cc says, puttin...
Kites
He steals things most people won’t notice. Wishes on pennies from fountains. A delicate second here, winks of sleep there. Small things, it’s how he lives. But he’s never needed to steal from you. Because you would gladly drop your unwanted memories into his cap and walk away feeling new. In fact, every time you leave his bench, you never look back.The weather is sticky, with a mild chill — not uncommon for January in Alabama — and you tie your hair into a knot to keep it from dipping into your shoulders. Johannes is where he always is: on his bench. He isn’t without his newsboy cap and his wi...
THE BURIED CRIME
THE BURIED CRIME by MARA MASOLINI Agatha, a young woman of twenty five years, had disappeared since months, without a trace, no one had heard anything from her or about her, when a voice had begun to be heard in the small town. The voice ( rumors) said that Agatha had not gone away of own free will, and even no one had taken her away___or had kidnapped her___, but instead she had been killed by her family, who then had buried her body (corpse) in the cellar of their house. These rumors had also reached the police. However, who knows why, the policemen who were investigating, instead of looki...
The window to death
Patricka had hust moved towards the countryside to her new home with her parents and one elder brother. She was a timid type of girl, always day dreaming about her passion-Dance. She was loving her new house, actually you can say it was a mansion beautifully decorated. Her favourite place was the window of her room. She had just got a beautiful mushroom shaped night-lamp for her study table which she had just placed near her window. She sat there and imagined herself dancing to the hip-hop tunes. She also was a great artist, as in sketching was her forte. She always sketched herself dancing ne...