Status: something to help the writer's block
The Irony is That This Cell Phone Has Gone Through Dante's Inferno and Back and Still Looks Better Than You
In Which He Tried To Be a Good Brother
Will had broken a vase. It was ornately carved glass, a wedding gift to his parents. There was even gold trimming.
It was now shattered into tiny pieces, nearly pulverized to silver dust.
James stood on the other side of the room; empty hands open to catch a football that never made it.
When their father’s angry footsteps thundered down the staircase, Will ran.
James took the blame.
As well as a backhand to the face, feeling each and every carving of Arthur Whitmore’s wedding ring.
It was now shattered into tiny pieces, nearly pulverized to silver dust.
James stood on the other side of the room; empty hands open to catch a football that never made it.
When their father’s angry footsteps thundered down the staircase, Will ran.
James took the blame.
As well as a backhand to the face, feeling each and every carving of Arthur Whitmore’s wedding ring.
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