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A little under-five-hundred-word first person monologue on the memories and wonders of a single life.

“What do I have to do?” The question burned in the air, hovering like a deadly flame that could, at a moment’s notice dest..

The brownstone is home now. I had been somewhat taken under the wing of my winter savior, and had lived with him ever since that night. Barrick&..

School was not a big deal. I was pretty much invisible to my peers, and I liked it that way. It helped me to follow Rule #2: Blend In; no proble..

“The term is known as Meddling. It is slang for controlling another’s emotions to such an extent that you control their actions.&rdqu..

Barrick looked blankly at me for a moment; then his Aura turned a dark magenta. He ordered me to stay in the back room, and then left to take ca..

I was halfway up the steps to the brownstone when I noticed Braydie was behind me. I was so on edge that I turned and snapped, “Why are you..

Braydie and I were excused until dinner, which Barrick had already started to prepare. He was chopping up chives, and Archie offered to help him..

Braydie was in a bad mood when we finally got to school. Archie had driven us both with the thrasher car, and Braydie was less than excited. Her..

We got off at the stop that was bordering the park. To my surprise, Braydie made a beeline for the zoo, her brunette hair bouncing behind her. I..