Farah Davis
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I love to write stories the unordinary living amongst the ordinary. Blending the normal with the unusual. Writing is one of the ways where anything is possible. It allows others into my imagination while painting a picture with words.
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THE ROOM
The brisk autumn air blew colorful leaves around me in a mini-tornado that seemed to pull me towards the house. A welcome or not, the push forward almost made me want to turn around and go home—but I didn't. Instead, I arrived on the Petersons' doorstep at precisely seven o'clock. In the six months that I’ve lived next door, I’d never stepped foot inside their home, so you can imagine my surprise when Mrs. Peterson approached me as I made a run to my mailbox asking me to babysit for her. This shocked me for two reasons. The extent of our interaction has always only involved the basic “Hello, how are you?” and “Have a nice day," nothing more. And two, the many times we’ve crossed paths, not once was there a child in sight; guided by my curiosity, I agreed to babysit, which is why I now stand on the porch shaking in bouts of nervousness.
By Farah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
