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It was just an accident. William didn’t mean for this to happen. The sounds of an ambulance cried in the background as William stayed in shock, unable to process what he had done. Red and blue lights escaped through the shutters , as crimson liquid stained his hands. A broken form of a body lay in his hands, threatening to go limp. William’s ears ringed, making him unable to hear the medics urging him to move. "Move! Get back!"A medic’s hand shoved William's shoulder, but he was an anchor. He wouldn't—couldn't—let go. An unforgettable corne...
“DDING” The shopkeeper’s bell swayed as Christopher swiped the yellow PVC strip door away from his face. The air outside shimmered with heat waves, making the pavement look like water while inside, the multicoloured paper doing the worm but in rapid motion. The radio was playing this Hip-hop tune by Lady Gaga.“ Comic book wonderland, the best place on earth.” Is this comic store in Southern New Hampshire where kids like Christopher hung out after school.“We are closing in ten, kiddo.” Store manager Gary said without looking up from his newsp...
I never thought you would remember me. I thought you would erase me from your memory, as the house you lived in for 30 years is now stamped with “Auctioning.”I have always been stuck at the back of your mind—in a tranquil, sun-bleached hinterland where tumbleweeds roll and memories doze in the heat. I live far beyond the suburbs of important dates and phone numbers. Occasionally, a note to check the oven or a stray thought—like wondering what happened to that one kid in third grade—floats by my window. My kingdom is next to the leak that sta...
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