An Inquiry_A ghost in the morning_Valentine's day_Why Can't Anyone See the Pattern?
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An Inquiry
Dear Dr. and Mrs. Weinberg, You don’t know me, but I knew your daughter, Leah. I didn’t know her directly, but I had a connection with her. I was hoping you might answer some questions for me www.onedoor.ccabout what happened to her and the boy. I understand how strange this message might seem, coming out of nowhere. Let me introduce myself so you can see I’m not some crazy internet stalker. My name is Ellen Price Winters. I am the Vice President of Commercial Lending at the First Bank of Indiana (Indianapolis). I am married with two daughters, 8 and 10、 My husband works in insurance. We live on a cul-de-sa...
A ghost in the morning
Most people hate mornings. And I like most people have began to feel the angst of the morning. Daybreak used to be fully of light hope and possibilities but not lately. A slow spiral of confusion and madness has started to envelope me. Each day, it grows bigger. I remember my father once said be young is to be happy, to grow old is to learn unhappiness. Although, I do not completely believe in what he said I think there is some truth to aging and despair. I believe youthfulness is filled with so much distractions and enthusiasm to life that old age can only relive in memory.I have grown to be ...
Valentine's day
A girl in amazon forest, taking pictures of the most amazing animals with great joy. She took the pictures to the magazine she works in. The editor saw Amanda’s work; he loved every single picture, and said to her:"this is your best last work you did for this magazine." she was happy for moment and then she was:"what? What do you mean by my last work here?!", He replied:"well Amanda you know the magazine aren’t doing well lately so the board decided to lay off some of the staff. I am very sorry. And hey look for the bright side Valentine's day is just around the corner you will get to spend it...
Why Can't Anyone See the Pattern?
My parents have always said I’m gifted. That I should ignore what other people say. That they don’t understand. That me being diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder at 7 years, 3 months, and 8 days old isn’t a bad thing. It’s my superpower. I can see things that no one notices. I notice the patterns that no one else can see. And still, no one listens. No, no one wants to believe. Would you if a young girl aged 13 years, 7 months, and 11 days solved the biggest problem facing the world? A singular word that destroys dreams and lives. Cancer. Beep. That’s unusual, normally my Dad’s alarm rings...