That Sour Brunch_I Know, Mom_How Slowly Thaws the Frozen Heart_Steampunk City
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That Sour Brunch
MARIEOn the day ofI am going to be meeting someone for brunch. Someone I never thought I would see again. I had recently bumped into my high school best friend. We had lost touch after we moved to different cities for college. But somehow I had seen it coming all through the senior year, I was more like the friend of the most popular girl in school. But after all these years, when I met her at the Bloomingdale’s all she could remember was the memories we made. And for memories sake, we decided to have brunch today at Juan’s Bistro. I sit at thwww.onedoor.cce end table and wait for her as I recall all the hi...
I Know, Mom
Mom repeats herself a lot nowadays. She repeats herself too much now, in my opinion. It’s sad, really, how she repeats herself now. She didn’t used to do it so much. Or is that use to? Well, anyway, Mom has gotten into a bad habit. Or maybe there's another reason. Maybe she can't help herself.How do I do this? Mom asks. She asks for instructions all the time, it seems. Often she asks for them at very inconvenient or inappropriate moments. It's frustrating, obviously. Some of the requests are for things she already knows how to do, or did, yesterday. She wants to know which buttons to press to...
How Slowly Thaws the Frozen Heart
They’d always called her cold, even when she was a child. Detached was what they really meant, but there were implications to that word and how it would apply to a child as young as nine that no one wanted to face. Cold was a simpler definition. Cold could mean shy, or uninterested, or antisocial, which were all perfectly normal (if undesirable) things for a child to be. It didn’t hold all the nasty assumptions detached held, even if it meant the same thing in the end. Cold was easier to live with, so it’s what they all settled for – and with a name like Winters, they could even write it of...
Steampunk City
Last night, I had a dream. Not a normal weird dream, but one with total body control and a thought process. That alone should warn everyone this is a weird story. So I was in my school, and I was leaving science, which was weird because I was a new kid and had only seen my school once. This guy walks up to me and introduces himself as Nathaniel Ramirez. He asked to talk with me so I stepped to the side. He grabbed my arm and told me he needed my help. I struggled to get away, but we dissolved into shadows. After what felt like an eternity, we reappeared on a sidewalk. I looked around, and saw ...