My Peaceful DoveMy Peaceful DoveMy Peaceful Dove5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was getting ready to head to the graveyard to meet a friend of mine who died few years ago. In my jet black dinner jacket with a matching black tie (I really abhor wearing bow ties. They're a little weird to wear them) and a white boutonnière, I stepped out of my flat and see Spring and Cogg. They too are also accompanying me in visiting her. With a small smile on my face, I stepped in their car and off we go.
I was looking at the blurry scenery, daydreaming about her. Then a flashback came into my mind.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I wanted to do anything to rescue them. I tried to run back, but one man stopped me. He was twenty-seven when he became a college professor. I was struggling to make him let go until he slapped my face hard. "There's nothing to be done!" He shouted, "Jump back in there, and you'll die too!" I just complied and I looked at the flat burning. I covered my face and start sobbing. Then I suddenly felt someone hugging me. I looked
Clive's Crazy Theory"You know, you really should ditch the man purse," Clive calmly stated. He was currently over at the Triton's, waiting to help make some Christmas cookies. Layton would be coming over after he was done teaching, and Flora was out running errands. She'd volunteered to help, but everyone had quickly and eagerly declined. The last place you wanted Flora was in the kitchen.Clive's Crazy Theory4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It is not a man purse!" Luke exclaimed, glaring at Clive and clutching his bag defensively. "It is a satchel!"
"Don't you remember that MLIA post I showed you? Satchels are man purses. So you just owned yourself again."
"Boys, please be quiet," Brenda interrupted, continuing to calmly mix the cookie dough batter. "If you're too loud, you'll wake up Clark."
Clive's eyes widened in fear. "Ok, we'll be quiet. We don't want anything bad to happen."
Luke looked over at Clive. "Clive, what bad things would happen if we woke my dad up? Besides him possibly being a bit mad, of course."
Taking a deep breath
Clive Dove X Reader - Just Another StepTake a breathClive Dove X Reader - Just Another Step1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I pull myself together
Just another step till I reach the door
You’ll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you
I wish that I could tell you something
To take it all away
You took steady breaths to calm yourself, you just needed to move your feet a little more into the psychiatric clinic. You were shaking lightly, but you kept telling yourself that you were being silly and that it was still that same man you had known from childhood. But it was a lie. Since his parents were killed, he wasn’t the same care-free boy he used to be.
One more step. C’mon. You can do it. You took that last step and you reached the door, you opened it easily and went inside. After talking to the guard about your scheduled appointment to see a Mr. C. Dove, he checked through the files and you were escorted through the prison halls to the visiting area. The man was collected from his cell, and whilst you waited from the other side of the two-way window you manage