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It Was Evening Of Early Summer. George Lansing Sat By A Window Of The
Library At Brantholme. The House Belonged To His Cousin; And George,
Having Lately Reached It After Traveling In Haste From Norway, Awaited
The Coming Of Mrs. Sylvia Marston In An Eagerly Expectant Mood. It Was
Characteristic Of Him That His Expression Conveyed Little Hint Of His
Feelings, For George Was A Quiet, Self-Contained Man; But He Had Not
Been So Troubled By Confused Emotions Since Sylvia Married Marston
Three Years Earlier. Marston Had Taken Her To Canada; But Now He Was
Dead, And Sylvia, Returning To England, Had Summoned George, Who Had
Been Appointed Executor Of Her Husband's Will.
In loving memory of loved ones who have passed away. I just lost a family member and I got the idea to do this from another bookrix member in a way to honor the memory of the loved one who had passed. I'm also doing this for more of my loved ones who I didn't do this for before so this is for all of them. I wouldn't call this a poem or even a short story but you can call it whatever you think fits best.
Alicia, Justin, Faeline, and Zeke have lived their whole lives in the Facility. Well, as long as they can remember at least. Life is very comfortable and doesn't give them a desire to leave or escape. So when a boy claims to remember life outside the Facility, and how to get out, the group doesn't know how to react. Until...
(Still in progress.)