Love
Broken Glass. Top Story - June 2024.
Of all the students Mr. Benedick expected to see in his office, he did not expect the boy who was sitting there. What grade was this one, he thought? He walked over to his desk, looked at the folder Ms. Diner had left out for him, and opened it. There was a photo inside of it, taken from last year’s picture day. Not much growth; not too different. The boy sitting in front of him had nothing strange or unusual in his file, if a child’s life defined by having “nothing disruptive or regretful” in it could be called fine. Mr. Benedick also realized that “life” was an anagram of “file,” and wondered where that thought came from as he stared at the boy in front of him. Benny Duncan. Grade Four. Beloved by all his teachers so far. He had seen the boy playing with the other boys his age in the school yard at recess. Four Square and foot hockey. A normal-looking kid. A normal kid… And here he was, after a very stupid moment with the fire alarm and a shoe.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Dreams: A Tale of Heartbreak and Healing
In the quaint coastal town of Seaview, where the salty breeze carried whispers of distant shores and the waves sang lullabies to the lonely, lived a young woman named Emily. With eyes the color of the sea at dawn and a spirit as wild as the ocean, she danced through life with dreams as boundless as the horizon.
By KhutsoMachika2 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Glasses Hold Eternity
There is a glass of water on the table and I am thirsty. On the wall, a clock ticks, its great brass pendulum swinging low and rhythmically. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It is a ceaseless sound, booming and oppressive.
By Mariah Young2 years ago in Fiction
"My teacher kissed me" . AI-Generated.
"My teacher kissed me" After making tea, He sat before me with a container of tea. My heart was beating and all my consideration was on his dhoti, through which I seemed to clearly feel her cock. Sir When your family is returning back. When Sir Hamza talked to me, I was befuddled as to what I ought to reply to him presently. When I came to your house for the first time, I thought I would meet your mother. I never met her. That's why I changed the subject. I didn't have any questions about what I was progressing to do at her house and what I was getting into. But I do not have sufficient strength to tell him my heart and how to keep my angle absent from Sir Hamza. My sentiments must have been caught on, but it was my figment. Instructor Hamza was getting to be bashful and what was in his heart, I was not mindful of it all. And presently I was pondering on the off chance that it was Sir Hamza since I never thought that Sir Hamza would do something like this to me. It was happening, I thought in my heart that Sir, I do not know what must be considered around me, what kind of pixie girl is this? Sir Hamza grasped me with both arms"Sir Hamza, what are you doing? I am embarrassed," said Sir Hamza
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
