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The picture
The PictureEvery morning, Anna walked into the painting on her bedroom wall. The warm breeze ruffled the scarf wound around her head. Feathered strokes of Autumn leaves fluttered down around her like a blessing. Slowly, she moved toward the doe standing among the trees. Her sympathetic friend’s large eyes shone, calling Anna like a beacon. Anna’s hand caressed the rough hair on the doe’s back. She leaned her cheek into the animal’s rounded side and felt the gentle undulation of its inhaling and exhaling. Anna sighed in contentment.Reluctantly, she stepped back into her bedroom. Another day, an...
Awaiting
TW: murder, mental illness, substance abuse A sigh escaped my lips as I stared for the umpteenth time at my room window in the dark, eerie night.She wasn't coming.I knew it she wasn't coming back. All my life, I had lived without a father and a mother. No one was there for me, just my elder sister - Queen. But now, she is gone. Just like the rest of them.Queen told me dad and mom ran away and abandoned us at a very tender age. I was only 12 years old and Queen was 16 years old according to her account.Realising that, Queen took me and ran off twww.onedoor.cco a far away country side in Minnesota. I didn't u...
Books of Betrayal
Penelope’s boots thumped against the pavement as she swung her legs from the limo. She bent over briefly to brush the snow from the suede of her shoes, her other hand pressing her phone tightly against her ear. The driver held the door open for her as she pushed out into the whipping winter winds. The snow that had fallen just yesterday was being pulled from its place on the ground into tiny swirling squalls. She tugged the long winter coat tighter around her middle and pushed the phone closer to her ear. “Look, you said you would be here, Bret. We must talk about things. I just need some hon...
I should have said all that
She stood there, frozen to the ground, in shock. Her hands were red, drenched in blood. Her clothes too. There was some in her hair and she could taste it in her mouth too. She stared at her hands, at the blood dripping from them. She tries frantically to wipe them off, smearing more blood on her white gown. She looks around and sees the body lying on the ground in front on her."Oh god! Jeff!" She cried out, kneeling beside the body.His body was cold to touch. His throat was slit through and a knife laid beside the body. If you ignore the red flowing gash on the neck, Jeff looked as if he was ...