Be the Voice that Echoes
It’s 2 days past Christmas, and I’m sure that all the presents have been opened by now (If you have received them. I, for one, did not receive any Christmas presents and I’m still sad about it). How did your Christmas go? ECHO’s writers have been assigned to write a bit about Christmas in general, so here goes.
“Why? All because no one paid a little more attention to her or lend her a pair of ears to listen to her. The death of a cheerful girl was the sacrifice needed to send society this message of plea.”
A trip to the 90’s in a page
It was a beautiful morning. Trees were swaying gaily in the gentle breeze and there was a scrumptious scent of waffles wafting in the air. Stifling a yawn, I gingerly pulled myself out of my cozy snuggly bed and turned my head lazily to the right.
Wait, my senses were immediately on high alert, where is my husband?
There it is.
There it is again.
They’re everywhere.
And there’s nowhere I can run to.
“Ah welcome back, dear. What happened to you?! Why are you dripping wet?!” Without looking at the face, Aiko knew very well who was talking to him. She turned her head to the left to hide her face. If it were not for this lad’s height, she would have nowhere else to hide. Right now, if both of them met, she was sure that the person who was talking to him would be in more shock.
Read Part 1 Here “WHO ARE YOU?!” The first question that came out of Aiko’s lips. She did not mean to be rude but she …
As she looks upon tomorrow
A day that’s filled with sorrow
If happiness could be borrowed,
Would it eventually start to follow?
‘I want to be a lawyer when I grow up!’
‘My dream is to become a successful doctor in the future!’
Temptations