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Safe Haven
Winter was settling over Milwaukee as fifteen-year-old Samantha Cunningham gazed out of the attic window of the otherwise uninhabited, yet fully staged, two-story house on Mockingbird Trail. The 'model home' had become not only her refuge from the cold, but a safe haven from the abuse at home. "Mom never believed me," she said to herself, tears pooling in her sad, green eyes.
By Global Updateabout a year ago in Education
Star - Light
Bizzy woke up like she did every morning for the past twenty-two years. She put on a robe to cover her body, went out to the kitchen, and made a coffee. She had set it up the night before like she always did. It was ready for her when she was ready to start her day.
By Global Updateabout a year ago in Education
A New Horizon
When Emma stepped off the bus in the small coastal town of Seacliff, a biting wind hit her with just a hint of the sea in its salty tang. She pulled her duffle bag, containing all her possessions, tighter to her chest and took in a deep breath. The air was cleaner than the city of smog she left behind, yet it felt heavy with the weight of the past that she can't leave or outrun.
By Global Updateabout a year ago in Education
Eleven Years of Hope
When the doctors asked him if he wanted to hop into a frying pan, Alexander of Severe Level III, long acquainted with doctor tongue, knew they meant they wanted to trial a new drug or a new treatment. Alexander said okay because he was tired of being shut up all day in the institution and wanted to travel to the testing lab. More to the point, he'd lost a whole portion of himself to shrapnel when he stepped on a landmine eleven years previous and continued to confound what was left of his cerebral cortex with the hope of its recovery.
By Global Updateabout a year ago in Education
Venus Buried
The girl in the graveyard is your best friend, so you take her home. The night is a bruise between you, a blotch of rogue in the passenger window; the colour of fruit left out to fester. The body pries at her seatbelt, a finger, then two. The radio hisses static, the body shuffles in her seat. You study the face; the similar slice of jaw, the nose humped from where a baseball had hit her at twelve, just slightly off centre. The skin like a rain-licked plastic bag. The stink of musk and sulphur. You want to look away but you can't. She's so beautiful, even like this. Your headlights rake warbled slits through the dirt road, a yellow like jaundice. Your hands are numb with the chill, your lips cracked. The girl next to you is dead, and you're taking her home.
By Global Updateabout a year ago in Education
Drone
She first heard it while she was making coffee. The morning was already off to a rough start. Rachel had woken up, lazy and languid in the wake of her twice-snoozed alarm, and reached for her husband's side of the bed. Much to her disgruntlement, the spot where he should have been was empty and cold. She glared at the empty space for a moment, then promptly snoozed her alarm again out of spite. One of the downsides of working from home was she missed out on good morning kisses as Mark got ready for his morning commute. The upside, however, was she could take a few extra minutes to pout about it.
By Global Updateabout a year ago in Education
