If the house had the ability to speak, what it had seen would make an amazing story. But houses cannot speak. Things went on in houses that were not meant to be told, and this old house had been the scene of many life events; some were hopeful, some sad, some best forgotten.
It was a terribly old house, that was one undisputed fact. It had stood in the middle of the wheat fields since the very...
Almost half the student body came to mourn you. It is the first time in two decades that a student was killed. Someone even brought two dozen of the unscented Walmartâs candles, costing less than a quarter each. They arranged it into a large heart with your initials slightly off-centered. The tiny flames flickered in the cold night, and each breeze threaten...
We often spend too much time closing in on ourselves to remember to step back and smell the roses. But when we look up from our lives in those random seconds of the day, what we can observe is quite amazing. What we can see is a true testament to the development of what makes us unique.
Consider this: An open mall food court, outside surrounded by shopping plazas. There is roughy fifteen or twen...
The street was alive with chaos. The blue and red lights of the emergency services flashed, but their sirens had stopped their deafening clamour. Mother.s held their children close and protected their innocent eyes. On lookers clamped their hands to their mouths to suppress their gasps, others held a hand over their now heavy hearts. No one could seem to avert their eyes from the horror. The horro...
What does Marge, the regional manager, always say about coal under pressure? That it turns into diamonds? That the stresses of managing a store are supposed to turn regular employees into their very best? That doesnât seem to apply to Anna. The pressure is turning her into something else, something pushy, something she once hated when she was a cashier herself.
On a warm summer night many centuries ago, an odd assortment of creatures were consorting along a riverbank. The sun had vanished behind the grey mountains only a few moments before, and a calmness had fallen over the forest where the creatures resided. It was a very old forest, the sort where the winding tree branches seemed to pierce the sky and the air was rich with the perfume of pine needles ...
We never really expect the people we trust to hurt us.
Hindsight often brings with it a sense of irony, making us feel stupid at how obvious things were. So many warn about the tendency to trust people with far too much eagerness or the fact people are selfish by nature. But do we ever learn? Of course not. Never do we actually consider that we are essentially giving people the power; the very to...
Everyone stood crowded in the doorway of the small, unlit room. No one made a sound. The bed was flipped on itâs side with long gashes in the mattress, and the desk sat in pieces on the ground. That wasnât what the small crowd was staring at though. Instead, they were fixated on the figure of a young teenage boy laying face down on the blood stained carpet.
John Leibowitz pulls into Stop&Shop parking space number 44 at 6.09pm on Wednesday, January 10th. Itâs a cold, windy evening, and though it hasnât begun to rain, anyone walking through the parking lot at 6.09pm knows it will in the next few hours. John squints as he walks through the parking lot, the velcro lining of his red windproof jacket collecting tiny beads of moisture hanging in the air res...
