The Missing Light Bulb_Red and Blue_August Storms_Odesa's Demise
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The Missing Light Bulb
“A time capsule,” said Mary in disbelief. “This is the greatest plan in the world?”Mary’s light, scarlet-colored hair obscured the view of her frown, but Jack could still tell it was clearly there. Her straight hair normally was tied messily into a bun, but it was never a good bun because hair always kept on getting in her face. Mary straightened her navy-blue shirt and moved her light blue skirt away from a puddle of water.“I know you’re annoyed,” said Jack. “Clearly,” grumbled Mary.Jack rolled his amber-colored eyes. “Very funny. Anyways, we could be famous in the future! We could be known a...
Red and Blue
The pregnancy was a...surprise, to say the least. Aina was fifteen years old, after all. That was quite an age gap to have with a sibling. And she was almost certain that the baby wasn’t exactly planned. Nonetheless, she smiled and gave her mother and stepfather a hug. This would be a good thing.Right?*Aina and her mother, Elisabeth, were very close, they always had been. She had been born in a brutal, abusive marriage and used by her father as a pawn to keep her mother under his control. They lived with him until Aina was three years old. Despite the horrific things that happene...
August Storms
Every August, we get at least two days with rain. This, unfortunately, is one of those days. I’m grateful for the excuse to collect my thoughts in privacy, though. The radwww.onedoor.ccio is cranked up and I’m checking my bag for the fifth time today, ensuring I have the essentials: my laptop, folders, textbooks, notebooks, pens, highlighters, sticky notes, a stapler, staples, index cards...I love back-to-school shopping for my kids, but it was even more fun buying school supplies for myself. No minor breakdowns because I accidentally bought a pink glittery folder instead of the purple unicorn one. I double...
Odesa's Demise
Sometimes when you’ve sat still, steeped in moment after moment of ringing silence, you can hear the broken screaming of fragments of themselves people have left behind. It’s quite unexpected and they never seem to look how you would imagine, considering whom they’ve fallen from. Fragments don’t always match their homes. I’ve learned that from a young and fragile age, the first and last time I spoke to one by mistake. I learned even better, that it was best to pretend they didn’t exist at all if it could be helped, since their sorrow easily became yours. Afterall, they were an entity created o...