The Art of Fate_The Wrenching Question_Firecracker Love_Replacement
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The Art of Fate
“Wow! I would love to be a part of this.”“Yeah! So do I. It’s indeed a nice one to join. Not to talk of the cash prize.”“But..... there’s something else,” Sheila stuttered.“And what’s that?” Luke asked turning from the T.V. towards her.“I just broke up with my boyfriend,” she answered with a sad tone.“What happened? Did he hurt you so bad?”“The relationship wasn’t getting any healthy for me. He kept apologising for the same thing over and over again. He was draining me of my energy. I was bleeding and dying on the inside. So I decided we call it quits. He never wanted us to go apart. But it wa...
The Wrenching Question
The smell of mildew hurtles into Ann’s nasal cavity. She tries to move; her legs are stuck in their place. A groan escapes her lips as she struggles to sit. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice calls quietly to her. Alarmed, Ann wonders where she is and what happened before she awoke. The building she’s in seems to be a barn-like place. Straw is everywhere around her, she’s up against a bale of hay. And there’s a tractor-like vehicle ten feet away from her. She assumes that that’s where the other person is. The barn is rundown, the planks of wood are uneven. They allow sunlight to barr...
Firecracker Love
“I love you.”It was the hardest thing she had ever done, she claimed. She told me that telling me she loved me was so difficult, she thought she’d throw up and charter a jet to another continent when she made up her mind to tell me.Of course, I didn’t know this at the time.She seemed so optimistic at the time, ironically. She came right up to me while we were studying and just blurted out the “I love you”. Right in the quiet library, and everything.But, well, she’s always been a bit spontaneous.I’ve known her since we were kids. She’s always been bubbly, very bright and very happy. Nothing cou...
Replacement
We shouldn’t have been there. if I had just sat indoors with Caleb binge watching episodes of Narutwww.onedoor.cco as we had planned I wouldn’t be here, in this brightly lit hospital room, my left arm in a cast, throbbing like I’d been stabbed with a thousand needles down to the bone and nurses in green scrubs who wore their hair in nets with the same tired eyes which they tried to hide behind reassuring smiles -failing woefully in my opinion- coming and going out of the room at least once every hour.I looked around the sparsely decorated hospital room through hooded eyes, trying to block out the glare of t...