Almost_Hopeless_A Garden to Walk In_The Better Daughter
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Almost
There was no use of Martin trying to come up with a loophole. As difficult as it was, it was only a matter of time before he signed the contract that lay before him. The impatient looks of the businessmen in the room burned a whole through the hand Martin held the pen with. Signing the contract would mean he is officially an employee of Papercut Marketing. It would mean he got the fancy job by using his business partner and roommate Kevin’s design. Martin closes his eyes tightly and desperately, as if they could teleport him to any other moment in time. Somehow, they did. He opens them to Hal...
Hopeless
I feel the sun burning my face. I can even see it with my closed eyes. I cannot say that it woke me up, I am not even sure when I am dreaming and when I am sleeping any more. The hunger has crushed my body and the thirst started to obscure reality. I am so tired I cannot open my eyes, I cannot even close them tighter to block the sun - I just stay there, unable to move, I suffer.Hopeless, I try to keep a log of the events in my memory to keep my mind busy - maybe even keep it sane. But it always comes up as flashes of horror. The first image is my brother and my dad fishing on the stern of the...
A Garden to Walk In
39 Grand Street. She double checked the address on the card. This was it. It was a quaint house in what she took to be a street of heritage homes. A placard was mounted beneath a brass doorbell. A garden to walk in and the immensity to dream in – what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars. She knew it from Les Misérables. Another of her Nana’s favourites. On the front door was a knocker cast in bronze in the shape of a seahorse. She deliberated for some time on whether to use the doorbell or the knocker. Finally deciding that the knocker might seem too familiar, ...
The Better Daughter
It’s been eight weeks, six days, and approximately three hours since the last time I saw her. My dear sister, with her radiant smile and that awful Christmas sweater she loved so much. Her hair fell down her back, cascading like mine never did. That same hair glowed like a halo around her head in her casket. Even pale and lifeless, she was more beautiful than I ever could. Such a shame, people murmured as I walked by. At school, on the street, even at the funeral. She was such a lovely young lady; the star of the Gonzalez family. I got really good at pretending like I www.onedoor.ccdidn’t hear it. I ignore...