The Garden Sentry_Shards of Our Shattered Worlds_Hiding Behind Our Screens_SO MUCH TO SPEAK.....
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The Garden Sentry
Daisy sat neatly on the cold stone floor, legs tucked between the ancient earth and her own warm body. She cut at imaginary tendrils with stubby scissor-fingers while Mama used the giant garden snippers to trim up the tall sentry topiary, manicured into a tidy stack of spheres, except for the top. Daisy wiggled and hummed while she worked. Mama sighed.“Daisy,” she said, rubbing her gray eyes with grayer fingers, “please, play somewhere else. I need to work.” She returned to the topiary.“No!” Daisy screamed. She scrambled to grab her mother’s elbow. Her pale blue jacket caught on a branch in t...
Shards of Our Shattered Worlds
Faint sounds of papers rustling, the soft scrapes of pencils swiftly running across notepaper, and the quiet, constant click-clack of fingers beating down onwww.onedoor.cc keyboards filled my ears. All was peaceful. All was normal. Everyone was safe. Then the sound of chair legs suddenly scraping against the floor as someone hastily got up from their seat and—BOOM! My head snapped up in time to witness one of my classmates ― a guy named Colby — clumsily fire the first bullet. His bleach-blonde hair was in a frenzy, and he looked feral wearing such a crazed expression. Gone were the sounds of peace and calm ...
Hiding Behind Our Screens
The metallic ringtone went off and, after letting it buzz for a moment, playing it cool, Maria click the green button.“Hello!” she said as the picture came into focus. Pixel by pixel Suzanne’s face resolved itself. Another precious few seconds of isolation, no sudden meeting of their eyes across the room. As she waited for a response Maria clenched her hands and twisted the ends of her jumper.“Hi!” Suzanne said at last. The fuzzy image didn’t pick up the way the tips of her smile dropped at the bad picture or at the short pause before Maria was animated again.“How are you?”“I’m good. Keeping g...
SO MUCH TO SPEAK.....
Oh! Hello, mister, how dare you talk to your spouse in such a tone? Are you not conscious of the etiquette to speak to a wife? If I crave now only in seconds, you will discover yourself behind the bars.”, I took my stand. I could detect the drunk man in tattered clothes joining his shaky hands kneeled before his companion who stayed beside me. The woman showed respect in her eyes for me. She was full of gratitude. The woman begged me to forgive his husband for his vulgarity he offered to her in his drunken state. After all, he was her husband and father of two.“Sanchi! Sanchi! Sanchi! Wake up,...