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_Beeep…. Beeeep …Beee—_
The phone picked up erupting with uproarious laughter and inaudible chatter, making Alex almost jump. He felt a twinge of envy and a mix of gloominess as he closed the door behind him.
"'**_Sup Alex?_**" Avery perked up.
“My life…” he tossed his phone on the bed.
“**_What?_**”
“Nothing... ” he plopped down, the mattress gently sinking.
"**_Hold on a sec. I'll head ...
I store my secrets in a special place only I know of
Where there is no judgement on my tears
I hide what I don’t want the world to see
Often out of fear, they won’t understand me
I hide memories of you there
Still raw for my heart to replay
Maybe one day those feelings will dissipate
And the pain will no longer radiate
Until then the door is closed no crying anymore
I have to wall up my hid...
Too many,
Too fast,
Too small,
Too dangerous!
Can’t we just call him now?
The one who hates them all.
Too bright,
Too joyful,
Too loud,
Too Christmassy!
Why don’t we call him now?
The one who hates us all.
Too many people,
Too funny jokes,
Too innocent the children,
Too much of careless hope!
It’s time for tragedy…
Humanity!
Please, please, don’t call him now!
The one who hates the world....
My Silent Friend
You have been with me through all my special moments,
From the day we arrive to the day we depart.
Each of your colors holds meaning, representing your quiet significance.
You sit in the corner, beautiful and reserved,
Providing ambiance and alluring the room.
Many pass by just to breathe in your aroma,
Each inhalation recalling memories of the moments you were given to them.
Yo...
He heard knocking on his door, and he set down his tea.
“Quint Extermination and Delivery service.” The large man spoke. His uniform, two sizes too small.
“Oh, what do you deliver?” Elmer asked, out of curiosity.
“Good service.” The man replied, stepping into Elmer’s mudroom.
“Thats good to hear, I’ve got quite the pickle down here.” Elmer began, guiding the man to his basement.
“I think it...
What do you feel when you see this?
Astounded? Anxious? Relieved? Regretful?
Does the purple cloud it seem to be joyous and free or scared and abandoned?
Does the storm seem like something you or the purple cloud could face?
Is it something you’d avoid as much as possible?
Does this make you want to go on a journey or hideaway in a remote cabin?
Giving into the comfy and familiar, or weathering t...
I had to quickly head over to my client’s house, since her voice was urgent and terrified over the phone; she even told me that she literally had to evacuate from her home due to the sudden infestation. Though I remained professional for the sake of my job, it was amusing to hear the woman so scared over a small bug, or maybe I just feel that way because I’ve dealt with insects for over ten years....
“Why makes him so special that he doesn’t get a power dampening cuff?”
Liam keeps his head down, trying to just make it through fourth period. There’s 13 minutes left.
“He’s got autism.”
“Oh. So he’s one of those kids.”
“Why isn’t he in the special learning class?”
“He doesn’t talk like us. Do you think he understands us?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, willing for time to pass. He never unders...