literature
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The Little Black Book
I know you won’t remember me when you read this but know that I have been with you for your whole life. I wish every day that you would remember me but I suppose it’s okay since I don’t remember you either. In fact, I would not believe that you are real if Dr. Athan did not provide me with undeniable proof of your existence.
By Maeya Lily3 years ago in Families
Sod off Morris
Helen set the rubbish bins back in place and spent a moment taking in the facade of her new home. It was shockingly unkempt, but she had picked it up well below market value. She glanced at her wristwatch (an altogether superfluous action given the precision of her internal clock). The removalists would arrive with her furniture within the hour. This would give her ample time to set much of it in place before her father arrived. She had been trying to strike a balance between putting her father to work and keeping him safe. For weeks now he had been buzzing with excitement and preparing his toolbox in anticipation of the move.
By Melissa Vallence3 years ago in Families
An arm and a leg
The For Sale sign at 236 Wallace Drive, Jolley Cove, was erected before anyone on the street knew that Eleanor Felton had kicked the bucket. None of the neighbours made much of an effort to find out what had happened to her, because – and not altogether cruelly – none of them particularly cared. They called the house the Fortress of Solitude, its imperial iron gates encasing the tall magnolias that surrounded the corner house. That Martin and Eleanor Felton had a good deal of wealth was all but assumed to anyone who set eyes upon the place, even if only from beyond the gates.
By Sophia Bower3 years ago in Families
Lone
Here we are, being stripped of another chance at living jubilant lives – a constant recurrence. Once again, we are defrauded by humans - the deceptive sirens of the earth, as were the foul mermaids of the sea. My friends and I, deemed thieves in the eyes of the federal government’s disciples, or our “caretakers”.
By Sierra Allen3 years ago in Families
Ever-After
Once upon a time, there was a Black Knight. The sworn protector of Evinglade. As a boy, he was strong, courageous, and many considered him quite handsome. His subjects, be they magic or human, sought his guidance and help with their day-to-day matters, especially, their homework. But he now, faced his most dangerous foe yet, the Monster of the Wardrobe. Preparing himself with, Magisterio, his trusty wand, he waited for the cover of darkness for his mission to begin.
By Jason Bailey3 years ago in Families
Little Black Book
Seleste had been in the study looking over the paperwork and documents that her late aunt Nadia had left to assist in the settlement of her affairs once she passed away. She heard shuffling in the library nearby and tiptoed over. She looked toward the front door and thought " oh my gosh how could I be so careless and leave the door open".
By Antoinette B3 years ago in Families
Another Day
For my earliest memory, my grandmother had been a secretive, old wort. Even though I had lived with her from three years old until my twenty-first birthday, I only knew three facts about her. She had once lived in France, my father was her only child and she disowned him upon the death of my mother. I was raised by her, or really lived with a series of nannies in her apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I hadn’t been back to that apartment in over 20 years. News of her passing reached me days after the event and returning to New York carried a heavy burden.
By Joann Amoroso3 years ago in Families