𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

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“Your Black Pen” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

Warning: There’s one guy who’s gay, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, feel free to leave. Thanks :) Ten - Lukas Lukas was a nice guy. You sometimes look at him in class, and thirty percent of the time, he glances and smiles at you. He’s too innocent. One morning, you were early for school. Your mom had a business meeting, so she dropped you off at seven ...

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“Elijah” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

Day OneEdith picked up the album with her hands and set it on her knees, as if the weight grasped onto her shoulders and back. She took out the very first picture on the beginning page, examining it carefully. Her favorite memory splashed in her brain, and she could replay each part one by one.“Mama, a seahorse is in my pants!” Elijah shrieked, running back up to the sand. “I feel it, I feel it!”Ruth, her husband, took a picture.“Are you sure that’s a seahorse?” Edith said, laughi...

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“Computer's Code (Part 2 of Unofficial Student)” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

~PART 2 OF UNOFFICIAL STUDENT~ It’s 1st person. I’m tired of writing stories 3rd POV. This story includes another main character, Kaity. Kaity I stare at the brick wall, full of purple doodles and red tallies. Two more days until they will let me out. London Fields has an unde...

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“Sour and Sweet” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

Just to be clear, Gena and Mike aren’t married.So why do they share the same house?Because he rented the apartment to her so they live together, but in different rooms.Gena trailed her eyes at the snow globe on a desk next to her, trying not to pull away as Mike curled his fingers in her hand. She didn’t want any more to do with men, after the incident that happened several weeks before.“Why are you here in San Fran...

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“'M' is for Monday” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

***NOT part 2 for “The Unofficial Student.”***Judie gazes at the mirroring glass, having pity and sorrow for the divine creature nearby. Its body tilts to the direction of the right, so Judie could see the drooping arctic wing that reminds her of a shriveling, single petal of a blue rose. She wishes to help the bird soar in the air, high above the thickening forests belonging to the sky. The bird hangs its head, entwining the guilt in Judie’s warm fingers.Her mother had died two days b...

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“The Unofficial Student” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

ElizEliz flips the pages of her chocolate-stained book that was mixed with a quarter of guilt. You’re going to drop the chocolate, Eliz.No, I’m not, she insisted.Suit yourself, Official Cathie replied.Ten minutes later, her butterfingers slipped the chocolate on her book. She just needed to drop it on her tongue, but it landed weightlessly on page two, sinking and melting on the word because.Why didn’t you listen? Official Cathie snapped.

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“Redecorating Delilah” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

Bree Del just texted us. “I lost my job today,” Marissa read. “LOL, love you.” She shook her head, making her flashy rose gold earrings jump in wide surprise. I shrugged. We both knew Del. Her job wouldn’t have lasted a month. Or, in this case, two weeks and six days. But who’s counting? “She needs to stop making this a habit,” Marissa said, twisting her lips into a salmon-colored lin...

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“Creepy Farmer Guy for Christmas Dinner” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

I already hated him when he stepped his foot inside, sweat giving a glimpse of his ugly tan face. His ragged jeans were splotched with dry dirt, and his hat just made everything worse. He looked like a proud farmer. The creepy kind with the frozen smile that matches his wide eyeballs.The wood creaked as he came inside. “Hey, fellas!”I kept quiet and barged into a bundle of noodles. He quickly came over and sat down across from mine. “What are we having today?”My mom appeared in the kitchen. “Chicken and mashe...

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“living by a script” by 𝕜𝐞𝕟𝐝𝕣𝐚 𝕤𝐭𝕠𝐧𝕖

I glance at Camille, who looks as nervous as a shivering opossum. We both do, but for different reasons. “Ready?” I whisper. She barely nods. Bridget climbs out of her seat, shaking. Her eyelids are so low they look shut. Her palms reflect from the handful of sweat. Perfect acting. “Well, I’m going to head to the bathroom,” Bridget says, breaking the silence. “You guys are acting kind of strange.”

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