Sacred and Terrible Smell
What was that sacred and terrible, elusive smell in the air this time? My name is Ambrosius Saint-Miro, the locals call me “Ambrosius Pyhä-Mirä” and in Graad they call me “Svjata-Mira”. “Diduska?” they ask, their eyes wide with affection, but I answer them: “No. I am not your diduska.” I am Ambrosius Santa-Mira from Mesque, Ambrosio Hagiamira, I
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“Well, if you see them,” called the girl, “thank Serena for the apartment. Oh, and tell Eli he sucks.”
“Will do,” called Victor as the three made their way back to the car.
The Blinds
I moved to Philadelphia for some peace and quiet after New York City. After paying a week’s rent in a roominghouse, I walked down the street to look for the nearest bar. Half a block. I walked in and sat down. It was the poor part of town and the bar was fifty years old. You could smell the urine and shit of one-half a century wafting
Warren bent down, taking Kate's hand in his own. "Thank you." he said softly, lifting it to his lips. "You're such a good girl."
The phrase rounded her eyes. Slowly, the tips of her lips edged up into a relaxed smile.
Ensuring they were alone, Warren let his hand snake up her neck, coming to rest just below her ear. "My good girl." he whispered possessively.
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Hi there K. I don’t know how start. Tbh idk how to do anything since you left. It’s been tough. Everything is different. The world is a dark place without you.
You would have been 18 today🥹. I’m going to be 17 in three months :). Look how I’ve grown up. I can go anywhere I want now. Mama doesn’t ask me anymore if you’re coming with me. I’m a big girl now 🥺.
I just wanted to say that I love you and I will love you until my last breath.
Thank you for making my days bright..
Lots of love sis
If reality were a painting, and I were the painter,
If reality were a painting, and I were the painter,
I would paint with all the colors, I would paint all the dreams,
I would paint from east to west, every corner and border.
I would paint a world where peace and harmony reign.
I would draw how many schools teach children with pencils,
Everyone would learn and work, no more
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never let me go – kazuo ishiguro
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saturday – ian mcewan
“You’ve been waiting for me to kiss you?”
She came out from hiding and looked into my eyes with the sweetest grin on her face. “Ever since I was a little girl.” Kissing me on the cheek, she added, “Thank you for making my dream come true.”
My heart ached with love for a little girl who in some ways had always belonged to me. “Was it worth the wait?” I asked, my voice gruff, my heart thundering in my chest.
She scrunched up her nose, her eyes focused on my lips. “The jury is still out. You think we can try again, maybe?”
