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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Mystery
- Published: 06/30/2013
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I looked around me - dazed, confused. Where was I? More importantly, who was I? I felt a bump on the top of my head, and there was blood on the floor. A large parcel lay a few feet in front of me. Seeing the parcel triggered off something in my mind, and a memory started to unfold, like a film I'd never seen before.
Distressed and confused I put the sore brain of mine in rapid working mode, trying to recollect the incidents of what happened to me. I clenched my wrists with force, grit my teeth with aggression, sweat trickled down the sides of my face. A sudden spark of memory stroked me, and the past was bought back.
It was Tuesday 13th November, mid-afternoon, I was returning from my hospital visit to see how Nan was recovering from her cancer treatment. It was a joyous day but something from the very start just didn’t feel right. Nonetheless I put my cautious and speculative thoughts aside and continued with my day. Nan had handed over a her very prized possession that day, it was a large enveloped parcel measuring approximately 4 shoe boxes, 2 stacked on top of one another all enveloped in a sandy toned paper. I remember clearly her words “Spencer, I am handing over something that I have treasured my entire life, and now that you’ve blossomed into a young man I feel it is now your duty to take responsibility of this”, but this came with a clause almost as if it was a contract; despite lacking life in her voice her statement telling me to open the parcel tomorrow, felt though she put everything she had in her in those words. I was startled with confusion and mind games but something inside me restricted me from asking questions; and I said to myself patience will only tell.
I made my journey back home, still crazed by the parcel, which lay in my arms with tight security; it almost felt like a mission to get this precious parcel delivered safely home. I whipped my head back and forth to ensure no dangers surrounded me. The darkened sky screamed fear; home was still a little further up. So far so safe.
“DHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUMMMM!!!!” my vision blurred and my eyes shot closed, my head tossed back and my body lashed onto the floor, and the parcel flung out of my arms into the air unaware of its landing.
The sky cried and its cold showers jerked life back into me. My eyes snapped open and I leaped onto the soles of my feet. The pupils of my eye rimmed the outer circumference in a desperate search for the parcel, but it lay damp just a few feet away from me. I dug my nails into the softened paper which once was crisp and taught, one layer after another there it was…
Unresolved mind games(Maha)
I looked around me - dazed, confused. Where was I? More importantly, who was I? I felt a bump on the top of my head, and there was blood on the floor. A large parcel lay a few feet in front of me. Seeing the parcel triggered off something in my mind, and a memory started to unfold, like a film I'd never seen before.
Distressed and confused I put the sore brain of mine in rapid working mode, trying to recollect the incidents of what happened to me. I clenched my wrists with force, grit my teeth with aggression, sweat trickled down the sides of my face. A sudden spark of memory stroked me, and the past was bought back.
It was Tuesday 13th November, mid-afternoon, I was returning from my hospital visit to see how Nan was recovering from her cancer treatment. It was a joyous day but something from the very start just didn’t feel right. Nonetheless I put my cautious and speculative thoughts aside and continued with my day. Nan had handed over a her very prized possession that day, it was a large enveloped parcel measuring approximately 4 shoe boxes, 2 stacked on top of one another all enveloped in a sandy toned paper. I remember clearly her words “Spencer, I am handing over something that I have treasured my entire life, and now that you’ve blossomed into a young man I feel it is now your duty to take responsibility of this”, but this came with a clause almost as if it was a contract; despite lacking life in her voice her statement telling me to open the parcel tomorrow, felt though she put everything she had in her in those words. I was startled with confusion and mind games but something inside me restricted me from asking questions; and I said to myself patience will only tell.
I made my journey back home, still crazed by the parcel, which lay in my arms with tight security; it almost felt like a mission to get this precious parcel delivered safely home. I whipped my head back and forth to ensure no dangers surrounded me. The darkened sky screamed fear; home was still a little further up. So far so safe.
“DHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUMMMM!!!!” my vision blurred and my eyes shot closed, my head tossed back and my body lashed onto the floor, and the parcel flung out of my arms into the air unaware of its landing.
The sky cried and its cold showers jerked life back into me. My eyes snapped open and I leaped onto the soles of my feet. The pupils of my eye rimmed the outer circumference in a desperate search for the parcel, but it lay damp just a few feet away from me. I dug my nails into the softened paper which once was crisp and taught, one layer after another there it was…
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