The Cat"Katniss! Katniss!" Prim beckons for me as she makes a mad dash through the door. I turn my head around to see if it's an emergency or urgency. For Prim, an emergency is when we run out of something, she gets hurt, or she has a problem she needs to vent out. If it's an urgency, she usually has something to show me that she thinks is 'interesting'. Right now, it's urgent, or so she thinks it is. "What is it?" I look up from the boring book about coal we're supposed to read for homework. "Look!" Prim has a smile on her face, lifting something in between her hands. I look unsurely at the thing clasped between her hands.The Cat3 years ago in General Fiction
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"Remember when you said, you know, you didn't want another mouth to feed?" Prim says with a hint of hope in her voice, and I can tell that she wants something. The mewing little monster between Prim's hands is crawling with flees, and I think it has worms in its belly. I'm not sure. It has a muddy yellow coat and has a big, smashed nose. It sniffles and sneezes, spreading
Say My Name**Say My Name3 years ago in Romance
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'Say my name and every color illuminates. We are shining and we will never be afraid again.' - Spectrum by Florence + The Machine
"Hermione, are you crazy?" Ron asked, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"No, Ronald, I am not!" she said, pulling away from him. "You believe me, right, Ginny?" Hermione asked, turning to the younger girl.
Ginny looked from Hermione to Ron and back to Hermione. "Uhmm
I suppose we will just have to find out," Ginny answered, shrugging.
Ron groaned and threw his hands in the air. "But, Hermione, its Malfoy!"
"I know. I've been dating him for six months now! Can't you just get over it?"
"She has a point, mate," Harry said, joining the conversation. "The rest of us have. I think it's time you do too."
Ron huffed. "What's so special about him, Hermione?"
"Well," she started, "He's funny, sweet, caring"
"Not to mention gorgeous!" Ginny added.
"Well yeah, that too. He makes me feel special, Ron. He loves all my quirks and everything about me. I
The Lonely PeopleEleanor sat silently in the worn pew. Her aged, tender eyes moved slowly behind her cracked glasses. The eyes reluctantly read the words of the hymn, floating in and out of focus. Eleanor's cracked, lipstick covered lips soundlessly mouthed the words, not having the energy to sing today. Or any other day. Her hands shook with a case of Parkinson's disease that was unknown to her. It didn't matter that she wasn't singing; her voice would easily be drowned out by the organ. And, she was the only one in the crooked little church's audience.The Lonely People3 years ago in General Fiction
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"Amen." The father finished. A small chorus of mumbled "amens" followed in her mind.
" She whispered, her voice fractured and dead. She felt for the rice that littered her pocket, and thought of her late husband Peter.
In her elderly, frail mind, Pete was still alive. Waiting for her to get back home. Deep down, she knew this wasn't true.
Eleanor looked up at the young priest on his pulpit. The father was no older than 24; he was the only re