

seeds of memoryThe man had just marked his students' papers, checked on his son, and climbed the creaky stairs towards his bedroom when he felt the tremors of his phone vibrating in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and blinked when he noticed the name on the blue LCD screen one he never thought he'd see contacting him in the middle of a Thursday night. Stepping onto the landing, he flipped the top open and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"seeds of memory
"John?" The voice was feminine and chirped, exactly how he remembered it. It held a frail tone to it, which didn't surprise John, considering it was one he hadn't heard in many years. It was the soun


shatteredEvery time Joe and Nathan took the stage, guitars strapped over their shoulders and positions ready at the microphone, they sent the energy out to the surging crowd, who then pushed it back to them, and it became a cosmic force of intense musical euphoria. That was before things started to change. They had hired Charles as their manager early on in their career, and he remained a solid and constant force with them ever since. He was an intense number cruncher and usually holed up in his office for hours at a time, leaving Nathan and Joe to their drinking, smoking, and fucking. The boys rather liked it thashattered


beyond the pastThe house we lived in had green shudders and a tire swing out front. The branch the tire swing hung from is broken, and the paint is peeling off the shudders, giving a charred effect to the leafy color. Nobodys used the tire swing since all six of my cousins tried to fit themselves into it together, so now it just hangs idly and blows with the breeze. Some say theres an intimidating look to it because of its burnt and abandoned exterior, a haunted feel that helps young boys and girls skip over it and onto the house next door on Halloween. But it was all a part of my childhood, and a huge part that I still yearn for. &beyond the past


secrets behind white teethI grew up with my hands clasped and my eyes closed and my mothers voice in my ear whispering, No, no, no. But now I live in a place where weed overrides oxygen and liquor hides in the back of the cabinets, and its hard to put myself back in the shoes I wore to Holy Communion.secrets behind white teeth
Hes leaning against the back of a lumpy couch with a video game controller in his hands. Im sitting behind him in a plastic chair, watching. Im always watching when it comes to him, but I desperately wish I could change that. Then I wouldnt have to see him flirt and flaunt and fuck his way through the student b
by `creativ82
by *littlemewhatever
appreciate it
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A: "No, you idiot, you don't get it, it's satire!"
B: "What's a tire?"
C: "What's this about clothes?"
A: "..."
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A: "No, you idiot, you don't get it, it's satire!"
B: "What's a tire?"
C: "What's this about clothes?"
A: "..."
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