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Chapter One Storm in the Living Room
"Steve, really?" I asked as I caught my ten year old son pulling the orange juice back out of the fridge where I had just put it. "You've all had about three cups of that already." It was Friday evening and it felt like I had been trying to make dinner for the last two hours. If it had been a summer night, my five children would be outside in the garden screaming there, even if I had to lock the doors on them. But as it was winter and already dark, they had no choice but to play in the living room. My husband and I were both raised by fairly strict parents. Screaming was unheard of, so was taking food from the kitchen without permission or asking for seconds. Maybe our similar experiences combined made a stronger determination to see our kids allowed to live to their full capacities, I don't know. But if little is to be said about that, then I'll just leave a final comment that for whatever reasons and by whatever causes, our children were much different.
By Misty Rumsley4 years ago in Fiction
Step Into Oblivion (2018)
0 STEP INTO OBLIVION 1 PROLOGUE The icy-cold barren landscape spread for miles from the man’s perspective, the entire horizon covered in a pure white blanket served a rather ironic purpose of chilling its earthly host. The blackened trees scattered all around his person as if lost in a green, dewy rainforest, but this hellish snow land’s features were monotone – a black and white pattern whose branch tips would tap the drooping sky towards the dip into the curved horizon.
By Coraline Ismael Karim4 years ago in Fiction
Tales from an Average Jane
I've never considered myself extraordinary. I'm averaged height and I have the most common hair and eyes, brown. I am the type of person if you aren't specifically looking for me I blend into the background. I live in the Midwest where most country roads are flat with a corn or wheat field on either side. For most people that might be something to hate but for me I like being able to fade into the background. It's my comfort knowing that I can go by unnoticed and unbothered. Because honestly I hate small talk and talking to strangers. The very thought has always made my skin crawl.
By Shelbie Rodeman4 years ago in Fiction
