“It’s creepy is all I’m saying. You just sit here alone, watch the show and then sneak off back home.”
“Lots of people do that, it’s normal and shhh.”
Last Night by D.I. Jolly “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for meeee.” “I can’t believe you still sing that silly song. You’ve been doing that since the day you arrived here.” Henry smiled at his friend. “Yeah I know, but I’m leaving in the morning so now’s an even more perfect time to…
Someone New by D.I. Jolly “932688?” Anthony turned to look at an unfamiliar man wearing a grey suit and a face that looked as though it had forgotten how to display any emotion other than disappointment. “Not anymore but thanks for asking, now go away.” The man in grey put a firm hand on Anthony’s…
Focus by D.I. Jolly When George and his best friend Spencer, who everyone called Badger, were conscripted into the army, George took it with the shake of his head and a smile deciding that it was a joke and therefore didn’t require any more effort than was strictly necessary. Badger, on the other hand, had…
Ben opened and closed his mouth a few times still unable to remember how to speak as his face shifted from bright red to ghost pale and back
“I know, I know, it’s all very surprising, and Bob really is that sweet guy who’s kind… and boring and harmless. I’ll miss him too. But sadly, he didn’t survive this hostage situation, but it’s ok, life goes on.”
On Mondays, everyone’s tired from the weekend, on Friday they’re fed up from work. Wednesday is hump day and Thursday is mini-Friday so I guess the only work people do, or at least the only good work people do is, on Tuesday.
When a child is touched by magic it is always a specific type of magic that touches them, but it does not condemn them to be that way forever. For instance, I first discovered I had the gift through anger and it is in fact Chaos that my magic is rooted in.
They had planned their careers, their lives, they had planned when they were going to have me, and everything I was going to do long before I was born.
The first few months floated by in a drug-addled haze as they worked to find the ‘correct balance’ of medication. Eventually reaching a point where they felt they’d achieved what they set out to achieve and that therapy could now begin.