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Three hundred and four days. Four hundred thirty-seven thousand, seven hundred sixty minutes. That's how long I've been waiting. No, I'm not a mastermind nor an Archimedes' descendant. I just searched it up online as I am waiting for the bus I am riding now to reach the recently renovated bus stop. I could obviously wait patiently and enjoy the liquid gold being poured over the world, but I simply do not have the patience to do so. Apparently, it is one of the characteristics of Sagittarius that my astrology-freak-best-friend al...
Nasser was a young trader of apples in the Valley of Kashmir. He had made an advance purchase of a large apple garden in the premises of the capital city of Srinagar. To buy the apple crop two or three months earlier was a general customary trend there. The traders used to procure the fruit garden much before the ripening season.
Though apples were collected from...
Living in Florida sounds fun and exciting. Unless, of course, if you actually live in Florida. People imagine life in Florida as always being warm. Always being able to wear shorts or swim. Never being cold.
People who actually live in the Sunshine State know better. They know about the heat. The humidity. The daily thunderstorms in August. The sweltering heat in July and, unknown to those who live up north, the...
The cold chill of the crisp autumn air brushed against her freezing face. Her dirty-blonde hair whipped around her head freely, as she carelessly attempted to get it away from her mouth with her thin, purple gloves. The beautifully colored autumn leaves whipped around with the rhythm of her hair, some detaching from their branches.
The sky was a bright baby blue, with few clouds to be discovered. It was just a ty...
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire, and I was running late. It was a beautiful site the orange and red leaves cascading down from the trees, but no time to bask in their beauty unless I wanted to be in trouble with Sierra again.
Laughing at the memory of the last lunch date I missed with my best friend, I hurried down the street. Just as I reached the cafe I heard a loud screech from behind me...
Today was the day I looked so forward to. After weeks and weeks of hot, dry weather and smoky, acrid air due to the wildfires around me, fall had finally arrived. That meant picking apples, one of my favorite pastimes, and making apple cider out of them. This wasn’t any kind of apple cider. See, I make two kinds: one for the kids and one for the adults that contains slightly more alcohol content than a typical bottle of ...
I looked out of the window, and I just kept looking, in awe. Autumn was finally here, and oh what a time it was. Autumn has always been my favourite, and it is that time of the year when everyday just makes me want to get up and dance around all day in the beautiful pale orangish glow of the sun. I instantly put on my jeans and favourite white T-shirt, ran down the stairs, kissed mom and went running through the door.
A World of Color
By Jadalin Cheney
“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” I stared in awe of the beauty around me, my eyes growing misty.
I twirled around as all the color's danced in and out of my vision, not ceasing my momentum, even as I became dizzy! When I finally...
I walked to the front of the classroom and grabbed a pair of scissors. Walking back to my desk, I saw other students already finishing their projects, and I had just started. I walked up to the table next to the teacher’s desk and grabbed multiple sheets of construction paper. Some were orange, some were yellow, some were even green! But I choose red, mainly because I like red maple leaves. They’re the prettiest in my op...
We had completed our final year of secondary school and we were determined to make the memories we had created over the years live on forever, that's why we were here.
As we sat down on the grass and formed a circle, all the memories came flooding back. The playful squeals and innocent giggles of young children running around the park reminded me of our earlier years when we would come down to this exact...
Since when I was young I was trained as future Luna and trained to defeat myself and my pack. I’m the best fighter of the pack and I fight against human and wolf form.
My dad is the Alpha of our pack and obviously my mother is the Luna.
I have a brother, Sam, he is two years older than me and he is the future Alpha of the pack.
My future was written - my dad always told me- you’ll do great thing...
Hello!! Rucha, this is me Poonam, I am so excited and happy to tell you that i have come to your town, the last night. So when are you going to visit my place? when are we going to meet?.. should I send you the address ?
Oh! Oh! Oh! firstly you take a breath and wait for a moment, are you kidding me?
She took a long breath and said no my dear, I am really here,in your town.
I am shoc...
Happy tears burned down her cheeks as she put away a little note that was directly written for her. The words were like butter: smooth to read and caring like a healing balm to touch. When she looked inside, it was empty. “Just like she said,” she whispered to herself. …1 Month PriorRosie just met her college friend, Lena, at the Maple Corner for a cup of coffee. It had been a while since the two friends had finally set aside a time...
She entered inside, leaving the cool air that engulfed her, behind. The door of the coffee shop opened and closed with a slam. Several other people looked up, taken aback by the sudden noise. This coffee shop had been there for a long time in the city. Since 1967. And they hadn't repaired the front doors in five years. So obviously, the interior architecture was bound to be faulty- the door included.
The woman who...
A young man entered her room. He had such pretty eyes and a bright white smile. He must have been a new nurse at the nursing home or one of those volunteers who came in every once in a while to talk to the residents. Either way, she didn’t mind having him in her room.
“Good afternoon,” Leda said to him sweetly. She hadn’t had that many visitors lately. It was nice to see a friendly face.
“Hello. How are ...
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