Scraps of Life_Her last wish_The Real Thing_Weight of the Tide
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Scraps of Life
There are two people, and they both know one change is needed. The people are close friends and their names are Marta (her mother is from a Spanish-speaking country, so there is no h in her name) and Linnea, who hates her name, but really shouldn’t. (It’s not clear where her mother is from, but obviously she has a poetic side to name her daughter that.)Marta and Linnea are adults and have grown up together, pretty much. They have so much in common and even try to pretend they’re sisters, because neither has any siblings. Both women have some of the same hobbies or interests, and that includes ...
Her last wish
I had always been alone in this world. I have never felt loved before because I didn’t have anyone who loved me. My parents had died in a fire, I would have as well but I had been saved by a kind young woman. She took me with her since I had no one to go to. I later found out that she runs an orphanage. That’s what I was... an orphan. Christmas was around the corner when I could almost smell the warm, hot chocolate warming my hands with sticky marshmallows melting in the heat. Every year during the holidays us orphans would be given gifts as we would go caroling in the neighborhood but not thi...
The Real Thing
“I vow that I will never fall in love ever again,” I say, as the other guys make their vows almost a few seconds before it is the first of January. My words are lost in the joyful cheering when the clock strikes twelve, but I still mean it. I’ve never meant anything more in my life. Love is not real. It’s the type of thing that you can’t find because it doesn’t really exist. There are many versions of love, unique to every person. The real thing, however, true love as they call it, is fake. An oxymoron, isn’t it? Every relationship is imperfect. No one has that type of love where their partne...
Weight of the Tide
He took her spot on the brink of the roof next to the warm iron pipes. With feet, dangling in the air aloft the city, he leaned on the wall behind him. Clyde rested on the cushions she brought him up here a week ago and soared across the sea of blinking lights of skyscrapers and seamless roads below. Blue of the night and orwww.onedoor.ccange of streetlights tangled together, each trying to shine over the other. Rattle purred and turned on it’s back, stretching the paws towards his unmoving gaze.Zoey crept up behind him, scaling the wall like a deer, moving her feet on the right tiles, and avoiding the c...