Piano near the broken Window_My Daughters' Addiction_A seed of grief, and a seed of hope_Apeman
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Piano near the broken Window
“I just love the new flat. The view is really amazing. Thank you Mr. Spencer.” Jenny exclaimed. “Its my duty to reach your satisfaction level Ms. Smith. I’m glad you liked it. Is there anything else, I can help you with.” Mr. Spencer replied. “No, thanks. I shall make a call if I need anything.” “I shall be happy to work for you again. I shall take a leave then. See you.” Mr. Spencer left. Mr. Spencer works as a broker, who helps immigrants to find places to live in, as per their affordability. Jenny is new to the town. She is the daughter of a well-known businessman, from a small town. Sh...
My Daughters' Addiction
My daughter, a beautiful thirty-five-year-old woman with a huge heart for everything alive on this earth. She has long, down to her lower back, beautiful golden blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a great teasing like smile, has had an addiction for 13 years. The first time she admitted to me she was addicted to Methadone, she had already given birth to two beautiful, like her, children, a boy, and a girl. She wasn't living with me at that time and had extremely bad experiences within her relationships. She never told me that the men she was with beat and hurt her mentally until I saw it for mys...
A seed of grief, and a seed of hope
(Trigger Warning: Story contains topics of death, abandonment, and drug use, as well as some cuss words.)I dug my fingers into the dirt, its moist crumble mocking my focus and distracting me from the task at hand. My pops had his hands cupped, a tiny white seed resting in his palms, still and serene. I told him he didn’t have to hold it, but he wanted to help me out, swww.onedoor.cco here he sat, his beige khakis painted with mud. It was nearly triple digits outside, but his brown cheeks didn’t reveal how warm it was outside. The only indicator was the tiny pools of sweat forming beneath his arms. “You don'...
Apeman and the Curse
Knysna, the soul of the Garden Route. The locals believe that anyone who enters the village, is at risk of never leaving. The limitless landscape is a ploy. For, by day the ancient Addo Elephant spirits defend the borders and by night, the mysterious moon, like a giant spotlight, illuminates the dark woods. Its close friend the Phantom Pass, meticulously keeps a roll call of all who enter the village. Two daunting sandstone cliffs on either side of the lagoon mouth, tirelessly guard the hazardous passage out to sea. The shadowy forests happily cheer the gatekeepers on.The Stewart family live...