Nabiela Fadika
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The Waxy Windowsill & The Dried Up Sponge
Ouch! As the bright red blood smears all over the pale page from her little black notebook, she had a paper cut. Not knowing that she had bandaids, she grabs a tissue from the other side of her bedroom. Various of posters of her favorite mystery shows, lay flat on her wall like tall trees. Dinner had already passed with her soup getting cold. This soup was prepared by her mother two hours ago, and the broth started to evaporate. The sound of the TV muffled in the background as a trail of her mothers blanket invites her to sit on the couch next to her. Adjusting herself, she slowly turns her head to see her mother fast asleep. She carries her mom to her room and tucks her in. Closing the door behind her, her stomach started to sing in a loud tenor tone. She quickly went to the kitchen to warm up her soup. Sitting down at the dinner table, she brings out her little black notebook and pen. Black ink started to appear with pauses for what to write next. The empty bowl that sits next to her was evidence that she enjoyed her meal.
By Nabiela Fadika3 years ago in Humans