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Julian has seen lots of things in his life, seen things that made others scratch their head. With a camera and hawk-like precision, he took pictures of these things, catching the infinite beauty tied with the landforms.Today, though, was a special place. Before him stood a landmark that no one could ever quite explain.Around him was a barren desert. On the trek to this place, his shoes hissed on the cracks of earth, little rocks spurring in his wake. Dust settled into small clouds on the surface, hiding his ankle and shoes i...
My best friend, who loved tackle football, who wore dirty sweatpants and sweat-stained shirts, now stood at a dias covered in white roses, a tuxedo covering his muscled frame. A soft smile decorated his full lips, but I didn’t miss how tight his jaw was clenched as he gazed at the pale woman before him. She had the reddest hair. The way it shifted in the slants of sunlight peeking through the windows of t...
All I heard was the scratching of lead on paper, all I smelled was the faint sweetness of green tea, and all I saw was puffy clouds, strutting across the pink and red sky. All I felt was an aching longing in my chest. Sighing, I put my notebook and pencil down. It was useless to try to draw again. All my creativity left with her. I tipped my head back, the nape of my neck p...
My hands shook as I lifted up the kettle. The smell of jasmine tea hit me in strong waves, somewhat soothing my nerves. I placed the kettle on the mat I carefully placed on the wooden table, taking out biscuits and scones, as well as strawberry jam. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I opened the drawer containing my mother’s handpainted teacups. I gingerly held them, remembering her laughs as she painted, t...
It’s so suffocating. I crawled into the shadows, trying to remain unseen by the creature. It doesn’t work. It stopped in front of me, grinning before turning its back on me and walking away. I stand, walking towards the barrier, putting my palm against the thin glass, my skin glowing. The dark duplicate of me walks ahead, stopping as they st...
“Thanks a lot,” I said to the man. He bowed his head and quickly left the room. I studied the paper he gave me, a smile slowly appearing on my lips. I crumbled it and threw it away, my mind whirling with a thousand possibilities. *** My head snapped up, and I saw Mr. Loren standing in front of my desk, his face red, nostrils flaring. He lea...
Not a word was spoken. The only sight was delicate hands weaving in and out, desperately trying to be artistic. In the distance, I could hear the crashing waves, the chirping birds. I could hear my sister’s quiet breathing, her fingers working expertly, cutting and gluing with precision. I tried to mimic her, a silent conversation flowing between us, but then suddenly, my elbow came in contact with somet...
I skipped on the sidewalk, basket in hand, a white dress covered with fake blood draped on my bony frame. A deep crimson tiara adored my head, a white faceless mask covering my thin features. I knocked from door to door, candy slowly filling my basket. When the people opened their door, I took off my mask, blinding them with my sweet smile. I said, “Trick or Treat!”, laughed, and said thanks, like any good girl would do.My true intentions were hiding under my mask of inno...
I snuggled deeper into my bed, clutching my phone. It was raining outside, thunder occasionally rocking the house. The streetlights were little yellow smudges against my wet window. The water drizzling from the heavens had a nice sound. It was all I could do not to drift into dreams. As I was scrolling through my contacts, the aggressive light blaring from my phone lit up my otherwise dark room. Moving bo...
“I can’t do this.” I nervously tugged at my braid, looking at the stage behind the curtains. Girls were moving gracefully to the music of their choice, their arms flowing in liquid motion as they smiled and danced. I looked away. “Of course you can, you just got to believe in yourself,” Jace said excitedly. I gave him a thin smile but didn’t say anything. I just looked back...
“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s. What can I get for you today?” “I’ll have two Diet Cokes, a McDouble, and a medium fry.” “Great. Please pull up to the window,” I said in a fake happy voice. Seriously, though. Who the heck orders McDonald’s at 11:34 PM? I gave them their food, smiling and talking, generally being the opposite of how I feel. Now, don’t get me wrong. I like my job...
If there is one thing you must know about me, it is that I love music. I listen to it every day, on the bus, at school, even during class. Music has a calming effect on me. It helps me forget about my surroundings and enters me into a brand new world in which I want to stay in forever. It makes me feel safe and protected. So you can imagine my excitement on Thursday, August 12, when my friend, Ma...
Disclaimer! Never, ever try to do what is written below to your siblings. It could result in crying, screaming, hair pulling, cursing, and may even land you in jail! So, by all means, don’t do this. It might not be good for you. Especially if your sibling is a fighter, scaredy-cat, or a general person who can’t take a joke. So! With that happy note, enjoy!Okay, I love my sister but come on. What kind of sibling doesn’t prank their big sis? Especially when she pranks me every week.
Roana sits on the hard, dirty ground, her white dress getting assaulted by mud. The air smells like grime and fish, a smell that has entered her nose every day. She doesn’t even know why she comes to this dump every day. Maybe it’s to take her mind off of the past. Maybe it’s because of what happened one year ago. That moment definitely tied deep roots to this place. She sighed, looking at the sky. Its br...
Voting time.A time where millions of people gather in small stalls to vote for whom they feel is fit to rule the country. A time of hectic decisions, also a time of pure trust. Two representatives step out in their best suites and charming smiles, declaring in a clear voice they are fit to run the country. You sit at home, watching their speeches, your mind fixing on who you want to win.Social media is booming. Dozens of tweets and posts of political debates, everyone buzzing about the election. Your ph...
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