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Cold HandsHe was holding my hand.I could still remember the first time he had done so. That time, I could tell by his trembling fingers that he was nervous. I could tell by his cold, clammy hands -- that he was afraid, and perhaps cautious.But not anymore.I could not tell anymore.As he was holding on to my hand, this minute, this second, I could no longer sense what he was feeling. His hands no longer shook, and was no longer wrapped in a welcoming layer of warm sweat. Or rather, this was not even holding hands at all, unless placing his palm against mine counts."Okay, what?" I gave in with a teary voice.He and I both knew for some reason, that he wanted me to remember this moment as he slipped his fingers between mine, and squeezed my palm. The faint squeeze he gave felt like a heavy stab to my chest. He embraced me, and held me there, fingers still entwined.It was dark and misty out in the neighborhood as it was night. The streets were quiet and lonesome -- not even the sound of leaves
Autumn Leaf -2010-"Mommy! Mommy! Can Amy eat this leaf?"I can still remember.8 years ago, I picked up a lonely autumn leaf and ask Mom if I could eat it. And of course, Mom shook the poor tawny leaf out of my little palms and I watched as it drifted back to the ground. Consequently, I cried. As Mom dragged me out of the public park, I squeaked my way back to our apartment.At that time, I had not known why such a beautiful leaf was not edible. But then, if I think about it now, I'd look at an autumn leaf differently.Every year, once it gets to the season of Autumn, I would always desire to cuddle with my boyfriend. Autumn is, to me, just as lonely of a season as Fall. I don't know why I think that; ever since a friend told me that fall was such a lonesome season, I couldn't help but think that Autumn was so as well.Maybe it's because I like it. I mean, I love autumn, why not?Okay, I lied. I don't love autumn. Not anymore.Every year, I could always hang over at my boyfriend's house. We'd cud
Christmas 3312There were dozens of mistletoes oriented on the cake.Scientists and food researchers have only just recently found an edible evolution of mistletoes. Mistletoes nowadays have a strong and tender smell, as well as the suave, delicate flavor to it.It was nearly Christmas, or rather, today is the day before Christ's birth.I glanced at the electronic chimney, perfectly designed for the chubby, old fellow to visit at the midst of night. The fire below danced in a lurid, spectacle scene as I felt myself stretch out on the carpet, lazily and sleepily. The cookie&milk-maker 2010X rested on the counter for our old friend to customize and eat up. Stockings of each shape and size hang alongside the chimney as glitter float around the edge of each stocking.Finally, I held out my hand and reached out for the fine fir tree. Mom said that trees, until only a few hundreds years ago, were still green. What did it look like? I wonder. To what I've known, I've existed on this planet for fiftee
Envious ThanksI hung up.Wait, no. Let's make this more brief.I hung up on Mom.Um, almost there, wait --When Mom told me that Emily was going to get a new laptop, I hung up the phone without letting her finish.Okay, that seems more right. Just need a few more corrections to it.Yesterday during the midst of the scorching-hot afternoon, Mom was on her way to my grandma's house. Some time later, she called back home to tell of her peaceful arrival. That was close to when I hung up on her.Wait, not yet. It happened a few hours later, when my younger sister, Emily, called Mom. I heard my annoying sister's exciting giggle and it made me curious. When I asked her why she was so happy, she looked at the ground, avoiding my glance, and told me to ask Mom myself. And so, she handed me the phone, and I asked, emotionless."Emily said her grades improved, so I talked to your uncle and he coincidentally had a new laptop in hand and he was willing to give it to Emily as a gift, so --"I hung up.Ther