Marmalade Pie_The way we were_Between Reality and Fiction_Bedroom Window
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Marmalade Pie
Thin pillow underneath my head was soaked. I hadn’t notice that I was sweating heavily from the nightmarewww.onedoor.cc. Something sharp poked my ribs, the sharpen wood. Some simple weapon that I made for myself, in case another bad man decided to kill my father’s lineage once again. Not more than one moon passed by, I was more than I am now. In every way possible. More woman than object, I thought. The thought came as often as the rumbling rain that washes over this forsaken city, London. Not more than a year ago, a man was just a man, no more than what he is now. That is what I saw of him and his lavish ...
The way we were
"Golden Years is seeking volunteers who can spend one hour a week or fortnight to join a Community Visitors Project. Volunteers can make a difference in people's lives by visiting isolated and lonely people in an Aged Care Home. Are you interested? Contact us through our website, www. goldenyears.gmail.com." Sekai first saw the advert in a monthly newspaper in the local library and initially took little notice of it. She had heard about the Golden Years Aged Care Home at school in the Interact Club. Her classmates had, however, decided against supporting the initiative. It didn't sound like fu...
Between Reality and Fiction
A breeze, soothing but not welcomed, disturbs the world. It is my own world, where I imagine all who I could never be. Simple thoughts, then daydreams – reality is fierce. Its unavoidable purpose is to greet me gently and always against my will. This time it is slowing tires and chains and smoke returning to the intricate city life, because in front of me stands a strain.The door opens, my cue to enter. I do, without hesitation. I waste a paycheck on a ride I might enjoy, so I think better than to call it a waste. My feet and their proud white sneakers hit the ground, and I prefer this to weed...
Bedroom Window
They say eyes are the windows to your soul.I couldn't sleep. Which was nothing new.I tossed off my comforter,sank my cold feet into my fuzzy slippersand made my way to my window.The glass feels icy cold to the touch.Normally I lean against it.Because I like it so much.I have an amazing view up here where I am.Like my own private window of the world.The buildings are still aglow, there's a thin layer of snow.The sky is clear. Not even a star out tonight.Its unusually quiet this late.I stand there and wait for cars to pass by.I love the humming sound that comes from their speakers.Sometimes, I t...