The ballad is posted. I pray, and I pray, every year that my name isn’t printed on that paper that will create my fate, one life altering event. Once, it was a show of worthy. Now, it’s just a blood bath. As I stride over to the gathering crowd I see him. He sees me. A breath, and he makes his way to me.
“How unfortunate,” I sigh.
“Good morning to you to, Bea,” he remarks.
We walk over to the part...
The crisp morning breeze gave me new hope and inspiration towards this day. Walking down town with my best friend makes me feel amazing. Like I can breathe for the first time in months. I have loved him for so long and today is the day I have to tell him. Maybe for once the feeling will be reciprocated. He is my best friend and I really don’t want to lose him but I guess this is where he would say...
50 years ago people probably aussumed the worst about the future of our planet. I think there were even books written called dystopian novels, where authors wrote stories about how distructive our planet and community would become if we don’t take care of it. Well I’m currently living in what they call the future except we didn’t fall apart, we fell into place. We collectivity decided we didn’t wa...
A woman dressed in a sleek blazer and a tight bun aproches me with a solemn expression. I know what’s coming but my knowing doesn’t help when it’s spoken.
“I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this but your mother passed a week ago and granted her home down to her eldest daughter. That’s you I assume?”
“You know what they say about assuming,” I hide my feelings for my late mother behind the bric...