Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian
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I remember writing children's books when I was a still a child myself, stapling the notebook pages together to create the binding for my book. I know many children have probably done this, but have any of them wanted it as bad as I did?
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Love for Sugar
He was 7 years old when his parents took him to the Camden aquarium for the first time. His favorite attraction was the shark tank that you could put your hands into and touch the fish. The first time his little hands ran across the sandy feeling skin of the tiniest shark with the injured fin, he felt invigorated. It became their weekend ritual because he enjoyed the trip so much. People would say it was sensory issues because of his diagnosis, but he didn't care.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Fiction
To you, From me
Ida was 84 years old and lived alone in the house she had purchased with her late husband, Harold, when they were first married. His clothes still hung in his closet, his favorite chair still right next to hers in front of the tv. He had passed away peacefully one night in his sleep, and Ida missed him dearly. She had spent every day with the love of her life, since her 16th birthday, until he was taken from her 2 years ago. She kept every card and every letter Harold ever wrote her, and each time she read them she cried. Her children tried to console her, but the holidays had been especially hard. When her son, Dan came to fix the shelf in the basement that held her jarred preserves, he told Ida she should plant a special plant for his father in her prized garden. Ida thought it to be a great idea and followed her son into the basement to oversee the project.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Fiction
Revenge for Cake
As soon as their father remarried, they both were doomed. Gwen married their father for his stature, she wanted a foot into the elite crowd he worked closely with. Gwen hosted party after party for his business associates. Without fail, Gwen would make her homemade, delicious chocolate cake covered in chocolate frosting. The children were never permitted even a small taste. They were to be seen but not heard, and to act as small servants when the business parties were happening. Bringing drinks, serving plates, even dishing out the desserts was what was expected of them.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Fiction
Barn Owl
Sherman Dill was sentenced to 12 months as an inpatient of the criminally insane ward, in the Greenfield Mental Hospital. This was for his first offense resulting from his arrest on his seventeenth birthday. He was driven straight from the courthouse to the hospital two states away. He was not permitted to say goodbye to his family, nor pack any of his belongings. Upon arrival, even though heavily sedated, Sherman took in every visible detail possible about the facility. On the drive up the long lane leading to the large facility, he took mental note that there were three other smaller buildings behind the main building. The hospital seemed to be four stories high but only the top three floors had bars on the windows.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian5 years ago in Fiction
DAY 2
DAY TWO: Innocence Lost Q was raised and trained by survivalist parents, so the past year spent underground was utilized to practice the survival skills she had been taught during her short life. She wasn't sure which of the many possible scenarios had caused them to put their plan into action but she knew it was the day following the day she turned 9 years old. Her memory of that night still haunted her in her sleep, it was nothing like the drills they had practiced together as a family. The days ran into each other, there was only the mundane routine to keep to a schedule. The first six months were spent underground together trying to keep supplies lasting and senses sharp.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian5 years ago in Fiction
