Memories and cobwebs_Hit The Bull's Eye_May and June_A Late Confession
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Memories and cobwebs
My small honda Prius bumped around as I drove up the gravel driveway. Rocks hit the side of the car with tiny plinks. Mud covered the wheels and the doors of the car as I drove through puddles and I thought miserably that I would probably have to give it a good washing when I got home. A small house lay in front of me. Small it might be but it felt like it was towering over me.I hadn't been inside in years. Cobwebs were strung from the doorway like Halloween decorations. The windows were cracked. Mice skittered over the steps and the whole thing looked like it was sagging. Like it was ready to...www.onedoor.cc
Hit The Bull's Eye
Write about a character who feels like they're cut off from something.Well, another usual day. Just had my PCR-test done in the morning because of someone else in the office but nothing to worry though because I was not the close contact. Anyway it was good, because PCR screening day, meant it was another day off for everyone. Hurray! Finger crossed. Nothing to fret. Nothing to bother. Just headed home, did chores, chit-chatted with kids and parents. Confidence level was 100%. *** Since it was a rest day, I thought I would just make full use of it. The extraordinary thing I did was rearrangi...
May and June
“Are you coming tonight?” A cup of deliciously smelling coffee is placed in front of me as soon as I set foot in the kitchen. No good morning, straight to the point. I’m not complaining, though, as I gladly accept my sister’s token of kindness. She knows perfectly well that I can’t properly function without caffeine running in my system. Especially this early. I mean, it’s still dark outside, even though the clock clearly says it’s past my usual breakfast time. Then, again, it makes sense since the weather lady in the background is announcing rain for the entire day. The dark menacing cloud...
A Late Confession
As he left, only the two of us remained by the fire, lighting up the nearby wooded area which was dark and peaceful otherwise. There were sounds of birds cracking nearby twigs, and the roaring of the hissed, but other than that there was silence in the forest. The wind was calm, and seemed to caress my face rather than attack it. We sat opposite each other, perched on a couple of tree logs, however I was comfortable, yet tired. She had changed for the evening, wearing the impractical combination of a thick, furry coat along with a summer dress that only just went past her kneecaps, leaving leg...