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If you ask any normal person, they would tell you that making a chocolate chip cookie is fairly easy. Simple ingredients, simple instructions, simple cookie. But if you’re a people pleaser, like me, then you would argue the opposite. Because the thing about chocolate chip cookies is that everyone likes them a different way. And even though I believe that baking these cookies is a stress inducing process that will likely...
He’s looking straight at me. Straight through me. It has been three months, and still I can’t get used to the feeling of being invisible. The only thing keeping me grounded to reality is Jules. My Jules. Jules with the round cheeks and big blue eyes. Jules who always has something to tell me, something to feed me, something to remind me that I do exist. Jules is my very best friend. Jules is my only friend. Jules is the only one who can see me. “Jules, honey,” he says. This man is her father. H...
Francis Males rose from his study at eight o’clock every evening to eat dinner with his two daughters, the eldest called Celia, and the other Victoria. And every evening, Celia and Victoria cooked the dinner and set out the silverware before their fathers arrival. Francis was a truly wealthy man. He came from an important family from which he inherited a very large estate called the Saunmour Manor, and more imp...
I gulp in air, breaching the surface. Ice-cold water stings at my hands and nose, drenching my clothes and pulling me down, down, down the river. Blindly, I grasp for anything to latch on to, but my arms are too weak to fight the raging current. For a minute, I think I’m about to die. I’m too young. It was a dare, I want to shout. But who cares? Certainly not the river that’s about to drown me. I make one last attempt to grab the river bank, sinking my fingers into the soft dirt. The water pushes hard agai...
The world had begun in light. Light was pure, light was good. Light was the savior of the universe. When the world was nothing, when it's people were blind, light emerged. That was the way the stories were told in Ezoris. Isa shut the door, turning the lock so that it clicked. She tried the handle, and only released her breath when it didn't budge. Night would fall soon, and when the darkness covered the world ...
I tap my foot anxiously, my eyes darting towards the door, willing it to open. It does. Except, it’s not who I want it to be. It’s a man. He has tanned skin and honey blonde hair, each strand carefully styled. He has that kind of smile that makes you curious what he’s thinking about. “Hello,” he says in an accent I just can’t place- perhaps French. I only give him a smile in return. He raises his eyebrows, but do...
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