Cat Charity Jude
[ A Little Attic in my Head ] (Pt. 1) I close my books for the night. I repack the boxes And check if any need more duct tape.
I Do It To Be Normal
My mom is in a hurry, but that was okay because she usually is. It doesn’t stress me out. I am late for class, but that was normal. I had given up trying to be normal when it came to getting to places on time. She drops me off and gives me a rushed hug as she opens my door, handing me my back pack and checking to see that I have my half completed homework and my special gluten free lunch.
Coincidence and Fate
In the busy streets of an unknown city, a figure walked briskly down the street, face to the wind, against the flow of people rushing home, in an attempt to beat the oncoming storm on the horizon. Despite the cold, he had flung his jacket over his shoulder and walked with an easy gait, a smile on his face. While everyone else tucked their scarves up to their ears and pulled their coats tight, he loosened his tie slightly, brushed back his messy brown hair, and let his arms fall carelessly at his lanky sides. He loved the cold. He loved the warm too, but cold days were days where practically anything could happen.
The Strange Case of a Temporary Cure
“I’d like a bottle of Sympathy please. Actually two because my mother’s coming next week and she still hasn’t gotten over the death of her cat. And do you have a vial of Patience?”
Clarisse's Used Finery
Clarisse’s Used Finery was not the used finery store you’d expect to find. Nor was it run by a nice old lady named Clarisse who had a bowl of lollipops. It didn’t sell used clothes and it didn’t have antique trinkets. The town of Kale wasn’t known for having normal stores with normal people.