I Know What I Saw_My Little Sister_One's Last Legs_Something Deeply Wrong in Him (in Sound and C
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I Know What I Saw
By the time Simone pulled her head from the pillow to which it seemed magnetized to, the sun had climbed steadily through the early morning sky. It promised to be a picture-perfect early autumn weekend, the kind that she loved. Still under the warmth of the blanket, she stretched, rubbed her eyes and searched for her faithful companion, Nacho. Long, light brown hair fell down over her shoulders and the sides of her face as she leaned over the side of her bed and saw Nacho. He was curled up in his fluffy blue dog bed, eyes half opened like Simone’s. “Good morning sweetie” she cooed. A...
My Little Sister
I knew Abiola had done it. It pained me to say this, even if not out loud, because she was my sister and I loved her dearly. But still, it would be wrongful to give in to such a childish innocence and turn a blind eye to her sins. She was an adult at the time of all this, and capable of making her own decisions, so I didn’t call her and tell her off. I simply thought of how wrongful she’d been instead. She was not my baby sister anymore. She was grown, she was smart and she was dangerous.***Amare called me later that night, panic in his voice. I could barely hear him, his whispers were so hoar...
One's Last Legs
My eyes widened at the sight of the cherry red blood dripping from my freezing hands onto my scarred knees. I could feel the side of my head flooding with pain. Confused, I slowly stood up, hardly being able to stand. My legs trembled and the world began to spin. I could not seem to remember what I was doing that night on the side of a road. I wiped my hands on my clothes and all of a sudden, I heard a thud behind me. My head shifted to reveal a bald old man slowlywww.onedoor.cc walking towards me. I could feel my heart pounding, as I slowly began to walk backward. But my legs felt like they would shatter a...
Something Deeply Wrong in Him (in Sound and Color)
Shirley considered the crumpled form at the bottom of the stairs, the streak of red decorating the linoleum floor next to it, then Winston’s frozen pose at the top of the stairs. She sighed, eyebrows crinkling. “I suppose you have an explanation for this?” Her tone was the color neon green, acrid and sarcastic and in your face. Immediately, his hands whipped back to his sides, and he swallowed against the wall of flowery perfume choking the space between them. “He...Uh…” A jumble of words chugged along his brain matter, but they ped into oblivion before making it to his lips. Her twitching eye...