Don't Go Into the Woods_What Angie Was Like_Do I Really Deserve Forgiveness?_Opening up
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Don't Go Into the Woods
Eldmere, Finland"Äiti, why can't we go into the woods again?" a small seven-year-old boy asks, voice curious, as he gets into bed. He pulls his covers over him as he lays down. The boy's mother gives him a small smile and helps him settle in. The moonlight casts a soft glow through the window."The woods are very dangerous." she answers him, sitting on the bed. "And holds a great evil within that preys on people." the boy looks at his mother with curious yet confused eyes."The Näkki live there." she supplies at his look."The Na-di?" he asks curiously, causing his mother to let out a small chuck...
What Angie Was Like
Interview with Carla Murphy – Thursday, June 19 – 11:00 A.M.Who originally caught the mermaid? “My brother, Scott. Angie got wrapped up in some netting and he cut her free. She showed up at our house a few days later.”It came to your house? As in, on shore? “Yes. When she was dry, Angie would have legs instead of a tail. She had this long explanation for how it worked, but we just called it ‘mermaid magic.’ To keep it simple, you know?”What can you tell us about it? “She had funny names for things. The phone was called a ‘ringer.’ The TV a ‘picture box....
Do I Really Deserve Forgiveness?
I am fucking pathetic. I should’vewww.onedoor.cc not pushed her away. We were just seventeen at that time. We were so young. We should’ve enjoyed life a bit more normal like other kids our age. You have been my friend since diapers. We’ve been in the same class for almost every year. We’ve been doing our matching poses for the class pictorial every year like two dorky kids. You were basically by my side through every passing moment. You watched me as I grew up: how I got my braces, how I got my first period, how I got my glasses, how I got rid of my braces, and many other embarrassing moments that no one e...
Opening up
I wake up in the morning and go to work at a warehouse just putting labels on packages and then putting them on a conveyer belt for shipping. I work in this little booth by myself it’s nice and quiet so it allows me to think. I tend to think up tragedies in my head though I’ve been trying to block them out but, its hard so I listen to music to make me feel better. Around 3:30pm I hear the bell ring which means it’s time for lunch. Unfortunately, we can’t eat at our stations meaning I have to go to the massive breakroom filled with people. As I walk there, I noticed people whispering as they wa...