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Everyone needs some space “Are you coming tonight?” Rebecca squeaksPearl quivered “do I need to?” .Rebecca groaned. Pearl’s fellow surrounding mice always thought about Pearl being absurd and different as most mice were inquisitive and nosey while this mouse was shy and better alone, her best friend was Julie she understood her and for Rebecca she was another friend once she was close too, but then she moved into White Mice Valley because of the riots in Cheesy Chits but now she was b...
“I don’t want to go!” I said. “Okay fine, but you have to do something and not just sit in front of the TV all day!” My dad said. After my dad left for a business trip, some part of my brain told me to go outside, so I did. I was walking down the street at midnight when I heard someone calling my name. “David, come here!” A voice replied slowly. “Hello?” I asked. “Hello,” said a deep voice. A man in baggy clothes walked ...
Dr. Lenny strode from the soccer fields to the town’s only ice cream shop, followed by a gaggle of pre-teen soccer players and their mothers. As the team’s new doctor, he had promised them that he would treat them to ice cream every time they won a home game. They had been winning consistently, and this parade had become a common sight. The shopkeepers waved as the boisterous entourage passed their stores.
Molly: my best friend. We’ve done everything together: homework, vacations, and holidays. Through thick and thin, we were with each other.
It’s been forever since we met, but I still remember it like yesterday.
“Mom, why are we moving?” I sassily asked as I helped her carry the boxes into my new house. It was this large modern thing, very different from the rusty old walk-up we used to li...
The saying opposites attach spoke Volumes about the odd relationship of Mathew Tompson and Donovan Dinozzo.They were polor opposites. one up for anything, the other perfected it be just them or alone. One always causing mischief the other setting it right. It had been that way since the first day they had meet. In middle school some of other kids even used to tease them and ask them how they could be friends because they were so different. This use to offense Donvon who would then spend the rest of recess and break terrorizing them. The u...
"meow." said Felix.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Sarge said excitedly, jumping up at the prospect of a conversation.
"meow. Just… meow." said Felix, a little more unsure.
"Yeah, but… what does it mean?" Sarge said, making his way closer to Felix.
"No, don't do that! Don't leave me hanging!"
Felix was pretending to...
There once was a seed—a tiny, single seed—that fell from the top of the hill and into the cracks of the earth, finding its new home within a dark, lonely cave. The only light to reach the depths was from the small opening where the seed made its fall.It was a small fit for the seed to take root, but all the while, just as cozy as it needed to be. Day by day, the small ray of sun gleamed down on the tiny seed as it grew more and more. At first, there was just the tiniest bit of stem, but out of the blue bloomed the most b...
“Are you coming tonight?” a cheerful voice behind me asks.
I turn my head around to see Isabelle with a cheerful expression on her face.
“What’s tonight?” I ask.
Isabelle laughs. “What’s tonight? Maya’s surprise party! Come on, Sky! You’ve known about this for months!”
I blush, embarrassed. Now that Isabelle is reminding me, I...
Best Superhero Friends
Amethyst walked out the door, the fresh breeze hitting her face as the full light of the afternoon sun surrounded her. She soon saw the person she wanted to find more than anyone else in the world just then – her best friend, the Cleric.
Amethyst plopped next to the Cleric, who looked up, start...
My mothers best friend would visit us every week. Clairette. I loved her name, so much more than my own.
"But Dawn, your name is beautiful!" she said. "Your name is a reminder that better things will come."
She always talked of our kingdom as a dark place, that was about to get better soon. I didn't know what was wrong with the place back then, but I do now.
“Are you coming tonight?” I questioned to my friend Sean over the phone.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there with the pizza soon. I sat down on the cushy couch and turned on the TV.
I scrolled all the way down to netflix and clicked on it. I turned on my favorite show that was called icarly.
A few minutes later I got a call from Sean.
“Hey Parker! I am stranded out in the desert so can you please co...
Truth story mixed with fiction
“Give me your hand, son” - An old lady asked sacredly.
“Why am I should give you my hand? Are you asking for help?” – A sailor answered.
“No, I’m not asking for help. I can prophesy you a future!”, - the old lady said again pompous and added with shyness and a smile: “for a dollar”.
“Isn’t it calls the “asking of help”?” - Andrew ro...
Salt-ridden winds came in like curtains from the coast, layering every surface touched in a sheet of translucent stone.
The roads were undrivable, the air was unbreathable, the townspeople of Seafarer were trapped as salt accreted over their sea-side homes.
News stations covered the story, broadcasting juxtaposed images of a once vibrant destination, flooded with sun-kissed teenage...
Julia went to the basement to clean it, it was a very dark place. As it was a order of her cruel stepmother, she had no choice either. Whence she was cleaning, she saw a large box in a corner. The box was full of photographs of her mother. She took a photo , there was something written on the back. She looked at it clearly while wipping the dust. It was the adress of her mother's house.
She was amazed and ran to m...
I am sitting in the ice cream parlour, watching the marshmallows slide down the Rocky Road which has begun to melt from the summer blaze. I think the staff members are watching me from the countertop, wondering how long I’m going to be here for. Or maybe they’re staring at the strawberry parfait opposite me that’s been reduced to nothing but slush because no one was here to eat it. With a sigh I get up, pay with a twenty-pound note and leave without the change.
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