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The alarm wasn't suppose to go off yet. It was 4 am when I was awoke by my sister yelling in my face to get up. GET UP and she pointed at the door. There were flames licking the bottom of our door and an orange hue coming through as well. My first thought was to open the door and save my Mother and my little brother who was in the back bedroom. My sister quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back informing me that if I did that we would be done. I ran to my closet and pounded on the wall yelling for my Mother to wake up. My fists hurt so bad I couldn't pound anymore. My sister yelled at me to get out through the window. That window just days before had one of the panes covered with plywood because my sister and I had broken it with one of our dolls. It was a narrow pane that we had to squeeze through. I had several cuts in my hands and feet but we made it out. I was in shock as I watched my house raging with fire. I will never be able to erase that from my mind. We were ushered away by family friends while waiting for my Dad who was in town from Toronto. We were taken to my Grandmother's house who lived somewhat close and waited for word whether the rest of my family made it out. My sister's birthday was the next day. Dad spent a lot of time it seemed up at the hospital where my brother and so I thought my mother was taken. When they arrived back we were ushered away and told that we'd see them soon. So when we were told several days later they did not make it my life and heart was shattered.
To this day I get anxious when the alarm goes off...I to this day cannot watch movies involving horrific fires without losing my mind. I am an extreme advocate of fire safety.
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In “Forget-Me-Not”, a dedicated caregiver navigates the heartbreaking journey of caring for her father, who is slowly succumbing to dementia. As she tends to his fading memories, she learns to embrace her role as a comforting stranger, offering him solace in the shadows of his lost past. When he passes away, she plants Myosotis—his beloved forget-me-nots—hoping to keep his memory alive.
A short collection of Short Stories based on some of my favourite styles of writing.
Paid StoryIn 1943 Hamburg, Sophie Bergmann, a Jewish teenager, finds solace and strength through swing dancing in the underground clubs of Nazi Germany. But one night, a raid led by fanatical Hitler Youth member Klaus Schmidt, shatters that refuge, forcing Sophie and her friends to flee. Just as they brace for capture, a strange, blinding light overtakes them, and they vanish from their own time.
When Sophie regains consciousness, she’s surrounded by the unfamiliar sights and sounds of modern-day Milwaukee. With her are four other teens from the club: Ruth, her best friend and fellow swing dancer; Maria, a quiet but defiant artist; Hans, who wrestles with his reluctant role in the Nazi Youth; and Klaus, who remains as fervent as ever in his radical beliefs. For Sophie, the disorientation is compounded by glimpses of a painful history that, in this new timeline, has already unfolded.
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Public Relations professional and favorite auntie Shan is awakened by a middle-of-the-night phone call that makes her rethink some of her life choices.
"The alarm wasn't supposed to go off yet. That's what Sebastian thought when the sharp sound cut through the air. He still had time. He was sure he still had more than enough minutes left. Sebastian blinked a few times at a rapid speed. He pinched himself in his left arm to ensure he wasn't imagining this like you would in dreams. He was pulled out of his slum by the sound that declared the end of this all. How could it be that the timer already had run out? What would happen to him now? He didn’t know the answer. He had never felt so small all his life.
If only he had known this when he got that message on Monday, all this would never have happened. If he had just blocked the number, then his younger brother would still be alive."
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