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The Accident: Chapter Eighteen
"Daniel Fenton?" A female nurse called out my full name. I flinched at her, hating it whenever someone other than my parents – or grandparents – used my birth name.
"Come on, Danny boy!" my dad exclaimed, pulling me out of my seat. My mother frowned at me.
"Danny, why is your arm behind your back?" she asked me. I placed a smile on my face.
Oh, nothing much. Just my arm being invisible again. You know; same old, same old.
"Um… My belt…it's not through my back strap," I said instead. My mother nodded, accepting my lie as we entered the doorway into the hall. As we walked towards the check-up room, I focused on trying
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One Sentence Challenge
A gray cat lays before me, licking herself before she settles her head beneath her paws, her white-tipped tail wagging as I pound the keys on my keyboard, giving me a glare as the bed shakes with my pounding – but I cannot stop until I reach the 250 word limit so she’ll have to sit there and – oh wait, she has migrated onto my lap, curling herself into that little ball in between my crossed legs, still glaring at me as I pound my key board in earnest; music floats from the My Little Mermaid movie that my youngest sister is watching – which is also receiving the cat’s glare as the ship explodes in fireworks &ndash
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Immediate Mourning
He could not fall back asleep.
The beeping from the machines had become a constant background noise now along with hearing footsteps passing by his door and an occasional scream of terror from a little child.
But he ignored it all. And instead curled himself on his side, not caring that the doctor wanted him to lie on his back. His eyes were trained at the bathroom wall, but he stared at something far beyond the physical barrier.
Faces appeared at the edges of his vision. Faded scenery was played in the background.
But one face – one scene – kept his torment going strong.
“Jess…” the teen murmured hoarsely,
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