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I blink my eyes open, revealing my seven-year-old self. The radiant sun casts its warm rays upon my exposed back, gently heating my delicate skin. I am known as Rubie Mitchell, and I find myself positioned beside my dearest companion, Aaron Kautzer.We are observing the passing vehicles, specifically searching for a Volkswagen Beetle. I manage to spot one before he does and exclaim, "Punch buggy, no punchbacks!" Consequently, I deliver a firm punch to his shoulder, precisely where he had received his flu vaccination.He vocalizes his distress ...
The residence was shrouded in a peaceful and tranquil ambiance, devoid of any audible disturbances from its interior. The quietness of the abode was palpable, and the conspicuous absence of any commotion or noise was evident. The stillness that pervaded the dwelling was indicative of a state of serenity and repose, with no disruptions or disturbances to interrupt the tranquility. The dwelling exuded an aura of calmness and tranquility, with no discernible signs of activity or movement within. The silence of the house was a testament to the p...
!! This story contains suggestive language !!Maximus Oak, a fifteen-year-old, deftly donned his 9 ½ Chuck Taylors and expeditiously fastened the soiled laces. The aglets of the shoes had been lost for years, yet Max was disinclined to replace them. He rose, donned an antiquated sweater gifted to him on a previous birthday, and departed through the sepia-toned doorway into a chilly November night.Whilst traversing London Avenue and Fourteenth Street, Max utilized the requisite facial recognition technology to unlock his mobile device. He proc...
! TW ! Suggestive language ! TW ! “Oh- no, darling, get that out of your mouth.” Mom rushed over to my three-year-old sister Lily, who had a Hot Wheels car shoved into her mouth. “Bertha!” Dad shouted from the kitchen. “Where’s the turkey?” “Bob, it’s in the freezer, where it’s been for the past week.” Mom took the Hot Wheels car from Lily and walked to the kitchen. Lily started to wail. I sighed. This is going to be a long day. I got up from the couch and scooped her up in my arms. “C’mon Lily-Bear, let’s watch so...
!TW! Mentions of drug use, smoking, sexual peer pressure, and rude language !TW!“Kate, c’mon.”I stared at the cigarette placed in Michael’s palm. Why had I come?“Kate, it’s just one cigarette, sometimes you have to risk it all and live a little.” Michael took my hand and made sure I had hold of the cigarette before letting go.But, I’ll get in trouble. I don’t want to. I took a small breath, staring at the nicotine instrument in my hand. I couldn’t seem to form the word “no.” “Here. I’ll light it for you.” Michael took out a toxic green ...
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