Allison Canty
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The smell of cooking oatmeal was overpowering in the small house’s kitchen, competing with the first rays of daylight as the small woman stood in front of the stove humming to herself. She glanced down to the wedding ring carefully preserved on the pewter ring stand she kept for her jewelry’s safety. She stirred the oatmeal clockwise and took it off of the oven after a moment more, though she half-glanced to the side with a smile suddenly before going back to her task of sliding the oatmeal into two bowls. She heard the clumsy walking sounds before he entered the small, cozy kitchen and wrapped her up in his arms seconds later amid a chorus of giggles. She glanced to the side with her Nutella eyes crinkling at the edges as she smiled in delight to see her husband behind her, “Hello my love, are you hungry? I made oatmeal for breakfast since you seem to dislike rice.” She winked mischievously, the sunlight rising through the thick window turning her gaze into molten gold,. She stole a quick kiss from his lips and offered him the bowl of oatmeal after she sweetened it with maple syrup and a little butter for flavor’s sake.
By Allison Canty5 years ago in Humans
The Red Petal
Have you ever had a moment that you completely combed over your life choices in what to you felt like time had stopped, and yet it continued onward outside of your perception. The glass shards that seemed to fan out within the air beside you catch the sun rays of the setting sun just right, you think they are so beautiful. The roses that your ex-boyfriend had sent you as an apology were turned perpendicular of each other as they fell, seemingly in slow-motion to rest on the floor much like a funeral procession throwing flowers into a loved one’s grave. Did you ever consider that you brought this moment of total anarchy upon yourself? Did you care when your mother died, and you didn’t even shed a single tear? That’s okay, you remember that when your father was murdered when you were a child, you didn’t cry either.
By Allison Canty5 years ago in Horror
