Day's Nap (part 2)Several months before the war…More Like This
“Annalie,” her father, Winston, had called from the front door, “if I’m not back by evening, your aunt will be back to look after everything.”
Winston was a tall and wiry, middle-aged man who made up for his unmanly stature with his alert dark-eyed gaze and powerful intellect that lured the most illustrious students from around the country. Though his younger daughter, already at the age of five, still did not take much interest in reading alone, Winston did not scold his daughter like many learned fathers would have. Every day, he would sit down beside her as she cradled her doll, opening the picture book, finding joy at every moment she seemed to take interest. He never pushed her to read classics until she howled like other fathers did and he never confiscated the doll to shove a book into her hand.
“There’s no better way to steal away a child’s interest in literature than making it seem like chore
Day's Nap (part 1)“It’s alright. There’s no need to be scared.”More Like This
The little girl hugged the china doll as she shielded its ears from the raucous cawing of crows outside in the storm, her brown curls falling over the doll’s face as she held it to hers.
“Don’t worry…” she stroked its shoulder as the crows hit their black, sooty wings on the neighbouring window and flew away at the thunder strike which raged on outside. “Now let’s get something to eat.”
Her shining leather slippers made a muffled tapping against red carpet draped over the hollow wooden stairs, echoing through the empty mansion as she scampered to the kitchen.
“Cynthea,” she grabbed her old baby stool from beside the pantry and pushed it up against the dining table, “You can sit here.”
She propped the china doll onto the seat before skipping off again to set out their silver cutlery and ceramic plates, a handful of felt veggies for Cynthea,
Devious Journal EntryMore Like This
I've been tagged by :icon13kitty95:~~~
This will be kinda awkward...so bear with me~
YOUR PORN STAR NAME (first pet & street you grew up on):
Puchi Ngo <--- suckiest name since ever.
YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie):
Mocha Double Choc <--- really?...
YOUR 'Fly' GUY/GAL NAME (first initial of first name, first three letters of last name):
YOUR DETECTIVE NAME (fav color, fav animal):
Red Panther <--- this could work~
YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born):
I'm not gonna write it. I don't even like soap Opera
YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first three letters to your last name, first two letters of
funny video of thunderI brought you all a video to make you all laugh for a momentMore Like This
Thunder struggling with his spaghetti noodle:
Smile,and laugh everyoneit's always good for you
I love to make my friends smile whenever they feel depressed
SorryI hope its not too late to come back to da... i know i've failed as a friend and as an artist but at this point, i've gathered up my courage and decided to come back...More Like This
i hope its not too late for you guys to forgive me...
i also don't want you to expect so much of me... so i'm apologizing again...
Glass Swan“She turns and looks a moment in the glass,More Like This
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
“Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over...”
The strumming of an old busker’s guitar echoed bleak, urban melodies as the smell of fried fish pervaded the air from dodgy alleyways strewn with smashed bottles. As he stared at the glass wasteland, Daniel began to remember something from long ago.
The little boy gazed teary-eyed as his mother as he stood by the shattered glass in the kitchen, waiting, maybe even hoping she would smack out the guilt clogged inside his puny throat.
“What happened?” She sighed, dumping her handbag on the table. Not angry. Just exhausted.
This proved to be an even more tentative question because Daniel immediately burst out into uncontrollable tears and wailed for the breakage had been no accident:
“Just one touch,” h