Screaming Flowers_BOOKS ARE FOREVER_Tainted Red_Last Meal
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Screaming Flowers
Outdoors, it is a brilliantly sunny day in May, and the sunshine forces its way indoors unbidden.Her apartment window is propped open, and a stiff breeze invades the studio, but no curtains billow: the room is empty now, its only decoration a mural of huge flowers in a riot of colors on a chipped and fading wall. She painted that mural with her own hands, but she thinks perhaps she should have put some of that effort into repainting the wall, as well. Now the too-loud colors of the flowers seem to scream at her from their deteriorating prison.A clock ticks in the communal hallway, chewing away...
BOOKS ARE FOREVER
Books are a dime a dozen. They teach you. They inspire you. They make you laugh andwww.onedoor.cc cry. Books are your best friend when you need one. Books never let you down.Books has always been part of my life when I needed them to be. Books kept me alive during dark periods in my life. Books changed me in ways I never expected and I want to bring part of my life to help my community.The kids in my community have been in a bad way for sometime. Many of the children's parents are in the military. They haven't seen their parents in a long time. I feel like how they feel because my husband is in the military...
Tainted Red
PrefaceYou walk through the forest, your hands shaking. You don’t know what can be doneThe red liquid dripping from your fingers, the warm, sticky liquid couldn’t be blood. That knife laying not ten feet away couldn’t be what was used to kill the man who was laying just fifteen feet away. You stumble through the tree line, walking to what you think is the North. The bright lights of a car blind you, and so do the red and blue flashes. The cops were coming for you. You scurry in the opposite direction, away from the car, but towards the body. As you keep going for another ten minutes, you still...
Last Meal
His favorite foods—roasted chicken, corn, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a chocolate milkshake—sit on a plastic tray on the scratched plywood table before him, but he knows he can’t enjoy them, or anything, for that matter, with the scythe dangling over his head. They’ve referred to this as his “last meal,” although he really considers his “last meal” the homemade pasta and garlic bread Erica served him before the argument, before his life turned into a nightmare.He didn’t kill her. The notion never even crossed his mind. Yes, they’d fought when last they’d met, storming away angry. B...