Story of Ages

Betty decided to write a short story and she was sure it was going to be
amazing. She had already written it in her head and each time she thought about it
she grinned from ear to ear knowing how wonderful it would be. She could imagine
the accolades coming in and the praise she would receive for creating such a
wonderful piece. She was therefore extremely frustrated when she actually sat down
to write the short story and the story that was so beautiful inside her head
refused to come out that way on paper.
The chair sat in the corner where it had been for over 25 years. The
only difference was there was someone actually sitting in it. How long had it been
since someone had done that? Ten years or more he imagined. Yet there was no
denying the presence in the chair now.
There was a reason for her shyness. Everyone assumed it had always been
there but she knew better. She knew the exact moment that the shyness began. It had
been that fateful moment at the lake. There are just some events that do that to
you.
They say you only come to peace with yourself when you know yourself
better than those around you. Derick knew nothing about this. He thought he had
found peace but this was an illusion as he was about to find out with an unexpected
occurrence that he actually knew nothing about himself.
There were only two ways to get out of this mess if they all worked
together. The problem was that neither was all that appealing. One would likely
cause everyone a huge amount of physical pain while the other would likely end up
with everyone in jail. In Sam's mind, there was only one thing to do. He threw
everyone else under the bus and he secretly sprinted away leaving the others to
take the fall without him.
All he could think about was how it would all end. There was still a
bit of uncertainty in the equation, but the basics were there for anyone to see. No
matter how much he tried to see the positive, it wasn't anywhere to be seen. The
end was coming and it wasn't going to be pretty.
Patrick didn't want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go
made him want to go even less. He had no desire to make small talk with strangers
he would never again see just to be polite. But she insisted that Patrick go, and
she would soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could make in
their relationship.
The alarm went off and Jake rose awake. Rising early had become a daily
ritual, one that he could not fully explain. From the outside, it was a wonder that
he was able to get up so early each morning for someone who had absolutely no plans
to be productive during the entire day.
The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without
notice of what was about him. He didn't hear the sound of the car as his ball
careened into the road. He took a step toward it, and in doing so sealed his fate.
Welcome to my world. You will be greeted by the unexpected here and

your mind will be challenged and expanded in ways that you never thought possible.
That is if you are able to survive...
She didn't like the food. She never did. She made the usual complaints
and started the tantrum he knew was coming. But this time was different. Instead of
trying to placate her and her unreasonable demands, he just stared at her and
watched her meltdown without saying a word.
The day had begun on a bright note. The sun finally peeked through the
rain for the first time in a week, and the birds were singing in its warmth. There
was no way to anticipate what was about to happen. It was a worst-case scenario and
there was no way out of it.
April seriously wondered about her sleeping partner choices. She looked
at her bed and what a mess it had become. How did she get to the point in her life
where she had two dogs, three cats, and a raccoon sleeping with her every night?
Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by
putting in a lump on the top of her head. It didn't really work although it was a
valiant attempt. While most people simply noticed the tangled mess on top of her
head, what most people failed to understand that within the tangles mess was an
entirely new year. That was her secret. She kept worlds on top of her head.
It was always the Monday mornings. It never seemed to happen on Tuesday

morning, Wednesday morning, or any other morning during the week. But it happened
every Monday morning like clockwork. He mentally prepared himself to once again
deal with what was about to happen, but this time he also placed a knife in his
pocket just in case.

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Betty decided to write a short story and she was sure it was going to be

Welcome to my world. You will be greeted by the unexpected here and

It was always the Monday mornings. It never seemed to happen on Tuesday

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