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I visit the local Trader Joe’s to buy some of my girlfriend’s favorite flowers, lilies, and tulips! It’s officially our 6 months together. I wonder what she got for me since we’ve been together for half the year! I planned to go visit the aquarium and spoil her. Shes have been wanting to go on an aquarium date for the longest time because she sees them on TikTok. It came out after a while and she told me that she ...
I entered the cat shelter with my siblings and mom. Her face lit up once she saw all the adorable cats. What am I gonna do I cannot handle this adorableness. We go through all the cats and after a long time, we decided that we wanted the white Siberian cat. Whatever, we still have time to start our plan. Avery nodded at me and I nodded back, it was time. “I need to go to the restroom”, I said. Avery replied, “so do I, c...
I entered the cat shelter with my siblings and mom. Her face lit up once she saw all the adorable cats. What am I gonna do I cannot handle this adorableness. We go through all the cats and after a long time, we decided that we wanted the white Siberian cat. Whatever, we still have time to start our plan. Avery nodded at me and I nodded back, it was time. “I need to go to the restroom”, I said. Avery replied, “so do I, ca...
“It’s mine, and you can’t have it!”, said my best friend. I was shocked. What does he mean? I've liked her for years, he's only wanted her for a day! “but you’ve only liked her for like a day”, I replied. “It's actually been a whole month, and I think I deserve her more than you”, said Jeremy. I gave him a disapproving look and said, “whoever gets her first, can have her”, I said. “deal” he replied. I think I’ll have a ...
This is a traditional story from China. I understand that Robert Fisher has spotted it independently and that it is included in one of his books. Folk tales like this are rich sources for stimuli, because they tend to have spare writing and repetition, both elements that are helpful in fixing a story in the imagination. Warm up Some sort of game of chance such as having two matching sets of cards. Each child has a card, y...
It's New Years' eve morning, I’m lying on my bed as my alarm goes off. Annoyed I snooze it and continue sleeping, I eventually wake up and go downstairs to make some cereal. I chose some frosted flakes! I quickly brought it upstairs and ate while picking my outfit for when I'm hanging out with my “friend”! We started texting in early December and now we're decently close sorta maybe like him, I don't know. Scr...
Its Christmas eve, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I made some scrambled eggs and bacon. I flushed it down with some orange juice. My little siblings came down to Evelyn and Ethan. They're both in 2nd grade they argue all the time. I made them some eggs with bacon which is their favorite dish of mine. They endlessly fight each other about the stupidest things. Which they end up forgetting about afte...
I'm not sure whether to be excited or sad about leaving everyone I've known for the past 14 years. In case you're confused let me tell you why we're going. My name is Robin and I'm 14 years old. My mom just got divorced so we are moving to Melbourne, Australia for a fresh start. My mom is looking for a new relationship and is enjoying her time. However, I only agreed to this since I got bullied back in town.
The end of the day begins when the vacuum's roar starts up in the back rooms of Lakewood Library. It blends into the familiar sounds of the two librarians on the last shift reshelving books and swiping old cards, before locking the glass doors behind them. It blends into the sounds of a rush hour passing by and heading home to dinner or to night shifts. It signals to my brain that the day is over...
The sun has begun to set and looks like a destructive dancing flame, barely below the narrow treetops. I can see it through the ivy-covered window behind the newspaper section, as I move backward through the study tables. I usually ask Carmen to wipe those down. She will sigh and slide off the loveseat, go and find a rag and Thieves’ Spray, and lightly touch the tables with both. But she brushes ...
I am overcome by despair. It is darkness. Our bishop at Immaculate Concepción talks about the dark night of the soul when there is no spiritual life except despair. I stand, bent over from the weight of two years doing my part-time job, taking care of my little sister, study for my SATS in front of the great library window. Throughout the years I compare myself to the writers around me when the h...
The end of the day begins when the vacuum's roar starts up in the back rooms of Lakewood Library. It blends into the familiar sounds of the two librarians on the last shift reshelving books and swiping old cards, before locking the glass doors behind them. It blends into the sounds of a rush hour passing by and heading home to dinner or to night shifts. It signals to my brain that the day is ove...
The air hung heavy with the foggy dew of a February morning. Through the single-pane window, dampened though it was, could be heard the regimented tramp of a platoon of British Lancers. The melodic jingle of them was harmonized by the footfall of their heavy boots. They passed by, unseen in the fog. The well-worn sound of sirens echoed down the street as they had done from early morning but neither of us ...
Bonjour from the city of love! I don't have much space on this postcard, so I'll keep things brief. I'm heading to the all-you-can-eat crêpe buffet soon anyway. My new lover, Jacques, doesn't mind a woman with a few extra curves. More cushion for the pushin', you know? Oh, you should see him. Jacques is quite the looker, a total zaddy. Like George Clooney without the drug problem. I'm talking high cheekbones and a...
It rained. It had been raining for seven tears; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other withp9 rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rain and grown up a thousand times to be crushed again. And this was the way...
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