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In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition.Something Nancy wanted me to be oblivious of.Something that made Allen carry a handgun around, though he knew I hated it.Something everyone already knew about — everyone but me.Something I sensed was coming soon, anyways.Something I knew would get me, no matter the lengths I took towards obscurity.
Have you ever wanted to say something but your voice failed you? Something important; something crucial was at the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t let it out. Was it an idea which lit up in your mind that you turned off with your sealed lips? Or maybe it was the fire to speak up against injustice that you quenched with your silence?I would be mocked if I talked. Keeping quiet is my best option here. My voice won’t make a difference. This matter isn’t even my business . . . Do these statements sound familiar...
Black. Female. Doctor. Black female, female doctor, black doctor. . .Black, female doctor – that’s what I am. I’m a doctor, I’m a female, and I’m black. Is that too much for me to be?Black. That’s the first thing that hits you when you see me – the only thing you can think of. Whether you’re Caucasian or Latino, Asian, or even African, that’s the first thing that comes to your mind. Not that I’m a doctor or that I’m a woman, but the conspicuous, and to some, the disgusting color of my sk...
Eons ago, a time before the World Wars or the industrial revolution, before anyone knew of slave trade or Vikings, even before the birth of the great Roman Empire or Ancient Greece, there lived a woman who was the most beautiful being on Earth.Her mesmerizing eyes flashed blue as the azure surface of the sea, and long locks flowed down her back as black as night. With rosy lips as red as bull’s blood, and light skin as clear as crystal, this lady was the apple of every man’s eye.Being the queen at the time, her in...
She reaches under her king size bed and lets her hand search for it. She doesn’t need a flashlight to locate her hidden treasure among the loads of rubbish under her bed. Occasionally, her hands brush some junk away, like the cool metal of empty soda cans she finished some days back and promised herself she’d throw away, but didn’t; the soft fabric of the leg of a woolly sock she’ll go on a rampage in a week or two looking for to no avail; and some pieces of crumpled up paper containing failed writing attem...
The first time I see one of them on another of my hunting trips, she’s looking up at the stars. I’m confused as to what a pretty girl like her is doing in the woods in the dead of night, alone.“Where do you come from?” I ask her. She says nothing. “Where are you going?” Nothing. I shift uneasily on my feet and Dog gets restless as we stand there aimlessly. “Do you need help?” No reply. I sigh in frustration and I’m about to leave her where Dog and I found her when I notice a teardrop making its path down her cheek, stopp...
Four things on Earth are small, yet they are extremely wise…“Nanina, it’s time to go to forage.” the older female ant says to the younger ant. Nanina wakes up from her sleep and sees the rows of worker ants walking in a single file towards the exit hole. She’s so excited! This is the first time of her entire ant life that she’s leaving the dark, underground confines of her colony’s nest.“I’m ready, Marissa!” she squeals, running around her sister happily on he...
Day 1My name is Denver Hooksworth. My friends- Raphael Clearwood and Dr. Clover Longbottom- and I have been washed up on an island. Our ship, The Great Sully, which was on its journey from Southerntown to Notherntown capsized and sank. Many of our comrades died and all of our possessions are lost, save the ones we had on us during the shipwreck. We are the only survivors.I was the first out of my comrades to awaken. At first, I thought Dr. Clover was dead because he was so pale and that Raphael had a co...
KateI’m in Jake’s car, which is parked in front of Lisa’s house. Jake was so reluctant to come to her party because he and Lisa broke up about a month ago. He hasn’t quite gotten over it, though but I needed a ride to Lisa’s and he’s the only friend I have that can drive…“I’ll wait for you here.” he tells me for like the hundredth time this evening. He’s going through that awkward post-breakup phase where he doesn’t want to be anywhere where Lisa Waterman is seen.“No. You have t...
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