The Loud_Exactly The Way It Is_To Whom It Belongs_....But Not Forgotten
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The Loud
I got a mask for my birthday. I told my mom I wanted it. She said, "Masks are scary, Charlie. Do you want something else?"I said, "No, I want a mask. I like scary. I don't want something else."I was lying. She was right. Masks are scary, especially the one I got. It's a werewolf mask. She told me not to lie, but I had to. I couldn't wear the mask if I didn't.I'm scared of werewolves. I'm only 11、 Lots of stuff is scary when you're 11、 My mom says on the phone that she wishes she were young again and things were different. She said she wishes she could do it all over, different. I wanted to tel...
Exactly The Way It Is
Arlen didn’t know that graveyards could close. Yet here she was, idling at the front entrance of Holy Hope Cemetery, iron gates frowning at her tardiness in an all too familiar way. Brick posts blushed and glowed in the sunset, embarrassed on her behalf.“I want something in time for her birthday,” Mom had said. “It’s just so hard to get out there, with the shut-downs and holidays coming.”“It’s fine, Mom, I’ve got it.”Except she didn’t. She tried. She planned. A schedule of useful tasks ending with lunch at a favorite restaurant on the other side of town, and the cemetery in between. Then thin...
To Whom It Belongs
I'd never imagined that this one, simple act could ever have gotten so much positive attention. Who would’ve thought it? I mean, I didn’t do anything that no one else would’ve done, given the circumstances. Who would stand there and do nothing? Not one soul.My fame though shall be short-lived, as it is not I who is owing this award of bravery. I am honoured you picked up my story, but I must make it clear, it is not a tale that is my own, but that of someone who cannot speak for themselves. I was asleep when I first heard the squealing. The sound pierced my ears like a hot poker; sharp, sudden...
....But Not Forgotten
On the far left of the multi-matted frame, the sweet face stared back at her. Remembering, his eyes, the color of single malt whiskey. Such a strong contrast to the gray fur. He had shown up on new years day 1999, they had just purchased a small farm, after their return from Texas. Had spent the first day of the year doing the final clean-up, brought the horses, groceries, and a bed, movers expected early the next day.Sara pulled the shall gently back over her shoulders as she leaned back in her chair, the fire crackled on the viewscreen, in her room. Glancing out the window to snow swirling,...