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In this chapter, Emily navigates a day filled with grief and reflection as she bids farewell to her mother. Amidst the weight of the occasion, small moments of kindness and support from those around her offer glimpses of comfort and strength, helping her take the first steps toward healing.
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“I know you might find this a bit strange, but what do you know about yin yang?” Jen asked me.
“A little, why?”
“The way I see it, you and Josh are the embodiment of that.”
Winter mornings could be fun, and pretty, but the A2 was often a nightmare. The Kwak was buzzing away as I finally got past the Whitfield roundabout and I could let it have its head. It’s a long, long straight past Lydden, and just as I was topping the ton I picked up the change in the lights at Husk. Bugger.
Morning light seems to almost drift in through my windows. It’s so…I’m not sure there’s words for this right now but I’ve been watching the little dust motes in the sunshine for about ten minutes now as they drift in the sunlight. I’m so not used to any of this. That oh..so..stretched feeling deep inside. My breasts tingling and more aware that they’re breasts than in awhile…after awhile it’s just parts of you a vital part if your like me but this morning they’re more there.
“Children should be seen and not heard,” was the too often used phrase that was physically hammered into his budding consciousness before he even realized he could think. It became the toddler’s mantra.
“Just stop it. Whatever your game is, I refuse to participate any further. You’ve won. You’ve beaten me, and I am in no shape to defend myself, so just… finish me off and be done with it!”
She slowly approached, a new, yet familiar anger on her face. I watched as she balled her fists. A torrent of shadows washed over her form, and I shut my eyes tightly waiting for the finishing blow.
SMACK!
“OW! What… Why did you slap me?!” I shouted in surprise.
Words Of The Witty Twit
By BillieBob
WARNING: READING THIS MAY CAUSE MADNESS, BLINDNESS, OR A CASE OF DROPPSY!!!
A poem of love, passion, and pain from a truly demented mind in the wee hours of the morning. Before one's daily medication. (WAAH HOO!) Psst! Beware, of the dark side Luke.
I've just posted the latest Julie O story over on Stardust. It's called "Out Of The Frying Pan". This may have been posted over in Fictionmania already Since an illness prevented me from putting it up on Stardust until now.
Simon was getting worried, his twelve year old mind churning; the couple that had fostered him had locked him up in this bedroom three days ago. They only let him out to do chores around the house and hardly fed him. He sat on the bed in the room and he listened for the footfalls on the landing outside, this he was beginning to dread as his foster father had beaten him yesterday for dropping a plate the bruises still smarted. There came a knock on the door as Alison, the Rights youngest daughter, voice drifted through the wood.
I heard a bell ringing and the stampeding of feet, and realised straight away that the girls were going to breakfast. I was hungry myself but that would have to wait because I had other matters to attend to first, so I would just have to ignore my grumbling tum.
The idea grew until it became almost an obsession. A long lost relationship that had seemed perfect... and yet it had ended. Almost twenty years, was it possible?
Danny Wiseborough is Vanessa Torre’s boyfriend and a gifted violinist. Although his technique and talent are a quantum leap beyond those of everyone else, he tends to suffer from very serious stagefright. Unfortunately, Danny has not been able to overcome his performance anxiety by any conventional therapy. However, the “treatment” that has twice helped him to face it, has not been entirely to his liking.
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