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The Tale Not Old As Time 11 “Hues Of Gold And Pink”
ElevenIn 2023, the morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and pink as Florence approached the small, modest chapel. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of grief, the quiet murmur of mourners a stark contrast to the usual bustling energy of the place. Florence took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. As she pushed open the heavy wooden door, the sight that greeted her was a gut-wrenching blow. Three coffins where her mother, father and older brother laid, draped in somber black cloth, lay side by side, a stark reminder of the tragic loss she had suffered. Tears welled up in her eyes, a silent waterfall cascading down her cheeks. The sight of her family, cold and lifeless in their own coffins, was more than she could bear. Her heart ached with a pain so deep, it felt as if it were being torn apart.She approached the coffins, her steps hesitant and unsteady, so slowly as she was taking one step forward and two steps back. As she stood before them, she reached
The Tale Not Old As Time 12 “Weight”
TwelveThe trauma of losing her loved ones in a single day had irrevocably changed her perception of Christmas Day. The once joyful season had become a truly somber reminder of the tragedy that had befallen her. The sight of snow, a symbol of peace and tranquility, now filled Florence with nothing but absolute horrifying dread, a haunting reminder of the loss that she had endured.“Why had it been my family? Why had I been chosen to suffer such a devastating loss? Why was I the only one who survived? Why did I not die that night with them? Why did I have to live? Why did I have to keep living without them in it?” The questions echoed strongly in her mind, a constant source of torment. She would never wish such pain on anyone, yet she could not help but feel a sense of hopelessness and confusion. “Why had it been me? Why has my family been taken from me through such a cruel death?”The weight of grief was always heavy for her for years now, as if it was a burden that she will forever c
The Tale Not Old As Time 1 “Amber Liquid”
“For those who crave a scandalous love story set in a fictional world, this book is for you. Please note that all names and places mentioned in this story are entirely fictional. This allows for complete creative freedom and ensures that the story is not tied to real-world events or people.”OneOnce upon a time when we were children, our world was a playground of endless possibilities. We were young and naive. We were consumed by the joy of toys, the thrill of games, and the excitement of exploring our surroundings. The complexities of adulthood seemed so distant, so irrelevant to our carefree existence. We never gave a second thought to the responsibilities that lay ahead, the pressures of work, the pressures of status in life, the insane headaches of bills to pay, the debts, the stress of commuting, or the anxiety of running late for work and the in-betweens. Our days were filled with laughter, imagination, and a sense of wonder that seemed to permeate every aspect of our lives.Bu
The Tale Not Old As Time 2 “Bourbon On A Rainy Night”
TwoFlorence lowered her head, her shoulders trembling as silent tears streamed down her face. Desperate for a moment of respite, she reached up to remove her hearing aid from her right ear. The world immediately grew quieter, offering a brief reprieve from the cacophony of her thoughts and emotions.Every year, as the anniversary of her parents’ and older brother’s passing approached, Florence would find solace in the familiar embrace of alcohol. It had become a ritual, a bittersweet tradition that marked the occasion. Though she had begun drinking at a young age at sixteen, it was in these moments of grief that the habit truly took hold. The drink offered a temporary escape from the pain, a way to numb the ache in her heart. It was her attempt to cope, to reconcile herself with the harsh reality of their loss. In the intoxicating haze of alcohol, she could pretend that everything was normal, that her parents were still by her side, that her older brother Frederick would still find
The Tale Not Old As Time 3 “The Stranger”
ThreeThe stranger could detect the strong scent of alcohol on Florence’s breath despite the scent of rain hitting the dry ground, but he refrained from making any judgmental comments. He observed her distress, her tears flowing freely, and he understood very well that she was going through a difficult time and everyone did go through something somewhere. Even earlier, from the safety of his car, he had witnessed her collapse onto the sidewalk, her cries echoing through the rain. He knew that she was not the only person in her suffering, that everyone, in their own way, was battling their own demons. He was battling his own demons as well. Humans, he believed and he knew well, were inherently flawed and imperfect. They were driven by a constant desire for more, fueled by envy and dissatisfaction. People were designed to be like that. He recognized his own shortcomings, his own imperfections, after all he was a human himself, but he strived to maintain a sense of decency and respect i
The Tale Not Old As Time 4 “The Fragility Of Innocence”
Four As the stranger continued to observe her, he was reminded of the fragility of innocence, how easily it could be lost. He felt a protective instinct, a desire to shield her from the harsh realities of life, to preserve the purity that shone so brightly in her eyes. At that moment, the stranger realized that he had stumbled upon something truly special. He had encountered a soul untouched by the cynicism and despair that often characterized the world. Maybe he was right, or maybe he was wrong. But one thing was for sure, he saw innocence in her eyes. Her innocence was a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty and goodness to be found.The stranger cleared his throat, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. “Would you like some hot tea?” he asked, his tone polite and considerate. “I do not think coffee would be a good choice at this late hour. Perhaps a decaf would be better?” he suggested, his words a r
The Tale Not Old As Time 5 “Unforgiving Winter”
FiveFlorence remembered it very well. It was December 2019 the snow fell gently, little by little, a soft blanket of white that draped the city in a serene tranquility. The air was intensely crisp and biting, a stark contrast to the warmth of the indoors. The streets, once bustling with life and cars, were now deserted due to the cold temperature and the surfaces slick with a thin layer of ice.A lone figure emerged from a nearby building, their breath visible in the frigid air. They bundled up in a thick coat and scarf, their hands tucked deep into their pockets for warmth. As they stepped onto the icy pavement, their feet slipped slightly, sending a jolt of surprise through their body. With cautious steps, they navigated the treacherous terrain, their eyes scanning the ground for any hidden patches of black ice.“Jesus Christ, Flo, hurry up!” Frederick exclaimed impatiently from downstairs. He was actually home for the winter break from his college and he was enjoying a temporary r
The Tale Not Old As Time 6 “So Cruel”
Six“Snowflakes dance in the winter air,A magical sight, beyond compare.Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam,Filling hearts with a festive dream.”In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound."Jolly old Santa, with a sleigh so bright, Delivers gifts with all his might.Children gather, eyes aglow,As presents under the Christmas tree grow."As Florence's gaze adjusted to the darkness, she could see nothing but the inky blackness that enveloped her surroundings. Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze around her while there was this strong and painful ringing in her ears and a bit of confusion in her head. Snowflakes danced in the air, swirling and twirling above Florence’s head. Her breath was visible in the f
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