BEYOND PARDON_Offers Given, Burdens Gained_Sanity... Priceless?_what day is it today?
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BEYOND PARDON
For most of my life,from up here, a half mile above the earth where everything once looked perfect to me. I stared at the clock “Tik Tok”,it was loud; followed an order like fine lyrics of one's favorite song. I curled myself up into a ball, covering myself with the resplendent mustard duvet reminiscing,reminiscing memories from the past. I wish I could relive those brief years of infancy and childhood of flying the kites so high and determined, like it was the most thrilling activity to ever do instead of reading the expensive books grandma got from the affluent family she works for; shouts ...
Offers Given, Burdens Gained
The Nsoro are merciless bastards, of that I am sure. You had hoped that this wedding would be the first step to peace between our tribe and theirs but, Your Radiance, my confidence dwindles by the minute. The day bwww.onedoor.ccegan well enough. Everything was in its rightful place, as was everyone. However the trouble came just before the morning invocation. The twin grooms caught sight of the garments they were meant to wear and went on a rampage. Apparently, the Nsoro hold orange as a holy sign and blue as the source of nightmares and inauspicious tidings. Now the grooms’ family demands that the entire p...
Sanity... Priceless?
Stop, don’t say another word. Let’s go for a walk. You know how she gets when you don’t think before responding; a war of words with a writer is an unarmed battle. She knows you wrecked the car. The garage can’t make any repairs without the insurance information. I told her what had happened. What will you two do when I return to school in a week? You know the cops will arrest someone the next time. Kyle is only six…think, juvenile hall or worse, back to Deb’s money-hungry clutches. You should like that your girlfriend loves you and your son. Sit down, eat the biscuit and drink this coffee. I’...
what day is it today?
What day is it today? Her eyes opened slowly. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Historia sat up and stretched a little. The clock on her bed side table read 11:04 am in big red letters, almost mocking her. What day is it today? She looked up at the ceiling. The constellation looking back at her, the glow in the dark stars losing its light in the brightness of her room. How many days has she stared up at the stars dimmed by the sunlight pouring from her window? How many nights had she watched them glow? Being in a pandemic was harsh for her. With no access to the outside world, she felt coo...