I Love You_George's Great Journey_Maria's Transformation: From Cynicism to Cheer_Supertramp
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I Love You
"Speak now," she said in a barely audible voice--"tell them the truth." ....From Argentina with Love."Terciopelo" stands for velvet in Spanish. Percie for short, that became her nickname and I believe she's still using it to this day. No one ever inspired me to write poetry the way this girl did. It was magical, almost as if everything was encompassed inside a dream. I was floating around with my senses spinning in all different kinds of ways. Science today would qualify that as an experience dictated by one's own endocrine system. In those days, to me, it was a daze. Yes, one can say I was sm...
George's Great Journey
“Okay, George. You be good!” The shout echoed through the house, its haunting message turning my blood to ice. I leaped off the couch and dashed to the entry hall. Where the heck was he going now? I rounded the corner, almost slipping as I skidded across the hardwood floor. My owner waited for me in the open doorway, the fragrant smells of the outside world wafting their way inside. “No. You can't go!” I whined and sat down defiantly before him. He looked down at me, kindly, while a smile stretched across his face. “It’s okay, buddy,” he said, “I’ll be back soon.” I stared up at him, eyes ...
Maria's Transformation: From Cynicism to Cheer
*May have triggering content*As the sun began to rise over the city, Maria sat at her kitchen table, staring blankly at her half-empty cup of coffee. It was Christmas morning, and yet, she couldn't find it within herself to feel even the slightest bit of cheer.For as long as she could remember, Maria had always been a bit of a cynic. She had always found it difficult to get excited about holidays or celebrations, and this Christmas was no different.As she sat there, lost in thought, her phone began to buzz with a series of notifications. Friends and family members were sending her messages and...
Supertramp Cabin
Leaving the van, the headache would not stop. It all started this morning during his last running session in the city. He had to crouch, in order to try and regain his balance and clearness of sight. The pain was similar as if someone had put something around his head and was squeezing his skull to the inside. The headaches were common since he quit drinking, among other things. They would just pop up anytime and anywhere. When nausea and the unbearable wave of pain had passed, he got up. Out of his pocket, he took out a terribly folded map. He had no prior experience in orienteering, so the...