My Forgotten LIves_Children Obey Your Parents_The Regular_Bug Splat
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My Forgotten LIves
Reincarnation still remains a wide enigma throughout the course of humankind; some have considered it as a ratings game. The interpretation that I currently understand is that of an idealist feature of changing lives with the irrelevance of its’ gender. Once the first given existence is completed; one supposedly proceeds accordingly with the successions onto the next life span. This process would depend on how did the inpidual’s behaviour and personality got along with humanity in the previous one. This continuous of flow of linked humanities in Time that would be considered some kind of renew...
Children Obey Your Parents
Raphia Journey was forbidden from going into her neighbor’s, Roy’s, house, but she did anyways.Inside the house, Raphia found the missing woman, Keshia, tied, beaten and gagged in Roy’s basement.“I’m going to untie you, okay. Don’t panic I’m here to help you.” Raphia quickly untied the lady. You’re almost untied.” She assured her. Blood trickled down Keisha’s head from being hit repeatedly with a rifle. The lady groaned from her head injuries.“You don’t have to worry. I’ve been watching the house. He’s gone. You’re safe now.” Raphia said as she finished untying Keshia. As soon as the rope aro...
The Regular
My sister June and I can feel change coming the way some people can smell snow before it falls. When you’re about to leave a place, the electricity of impending change zaps around it. Things you never noticed before seem precious and things that you use every day have to prove themselves worthy of the space they’d take up in a box. We have moved 23 times in the 18 years since I came along. That is how Dad always says it, like I was just passing through and decided to stay. “Before you came along, Mom and I used to sleep between sand dunes in Santa Cruz.” As the older child, I was the original ...
Bug Splat
Bug SplatSo boring. No one her age. Already run out of books. Less to do than being at home. Sandra felt her feet get heavy in loose beach sand as she tried to dispel inertia by taking a walk.‘Get out and find something you enjoy. Nature is therapeutic you know.’ Why the hell did her mum think therapy was required?Strange how once upon a time she and her father wandered along these same beaches, christened these walks Morning Explorations and set the task of finding The Most Terrible Thing washed up overnight. Now Sandy stared out at water, twisting her hair or shooting an imaginary gun at sq...