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I’d never given so much thought to the apple, forever grasped in her hands as she sat there, every day and any day when the sun was kind enough to avoid her small realm of shade. I’d really never given so much thought to her, either, but today is different. Today she came against the sun’s will, drenched and muddied up, a greenish-yellow apple still firmly gripped in her hand. She came with a book, more of a journal it ...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It hurt to breathe- I knew I wasn't actually inhaling smoke, but I could smell it. Taste it on the wind. Feel it in my lungs. And it was painful, god, it was.
How do you tell your mind what you see and feel isn't real?
"Artemis, can we go?" Leila stood next to me, hands on the straps of her backpack. I hadn't gone to school in months.
Start. your story with the line " By the time I stepped outside,the leaves were on fire"
By Dumisani khumalo
By the time I was outside ,the leaves were on fire. There was panic and frenzy ,and it was about me, and the prospects I had were becoming dim as I looked at the fire spread so magnanimously, and who would come to my rescue when I was there alone?
It started with...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I’d been up in my unlit room, lighting matches and throwing them out of my second-story window. When I would strike a match, the flame burned red-hot against my face, but I didn’t turn away from it. I stared it straight in the eye as it darted around in the breeze and lit up my room for a brief second. And as it fell, it would sway with the wind until it became too much and the light flickered out. And it would fall to the ground. Another disappointment. The movement was almos...
“Are we there yet?” I shifted in my seat. Jones had been driving for well over an hour, and she absolutely refused to tell me where exactly we were going.
“I didn’t borrow Alex’s car just to ruin the surprise. We’re close, I promise.” She smiled and looked back at the road.
“You’re driving really well for someone who went nearly ten years without a ...
Red hair was only barely visible behind branches full of ripe apples and lush green leaves.
The breeze picked up, causing Courtney to shiver. She rubbed the sleeve of her thick flannel to try and warm up. Yesterday, she swore it was summer, with the warm air and sticky afternoons to prove it. But today she felt the cold bite of Autumn in the air. It made her...
The Navy NASA Hoodie
“Nathan! Your spiced cider is ready!” I yelled as I set the cup on the counter.
A man in a business suit walked up, grabbing the cup and briskly walking away, muttering a slight “Thanks.”
A young girl, probably about 15, with short brown hair walked up to the wooden counter. She wore a navy blue, NASA hoodie. She had her arms crossed tightly over her ...
I don't come here for the coffee...
I watched him from the corner of my eye as he smiled and laughed while serving a customer a piece of pumpkin pie. His perfect teeth behind that perfect smile glittered as he playfully winked at the girl. He didn't wink at me... Ever. I came here almost every day and awkwardly stared at him while I should have been working on my laptop. This is exactly why he barely achk...
I saw my death flash before my eyes. I watched as the scorching flames encompassed my surroundings. The thick smell of smoke coated the inside of my throat and filled my lungs. The smell of burning flesh rose into the polluted air as I felt every part of my body incinerating. I fell to the floor feeling completely defeated as the monstrous flames grew stronger and more horrifying by the minute.
Every second I f...
‘Kenera?... Kenera?’ followed by two light taps on my leg. I jerk back to a blurry consciousness and I instantly feel light headed and weightless, like I have just been pulled out of deep sleep. I am in a speeding car and someone is driving. For a second I am not sure who it is but through my foggy vision that feels like looking through a misty glass, I recognize my mother, in a flowing gown, her steady hands on the whee...
The man before him was unlike any Mr. Holden had ever seen. His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes bloodstained, and the man was so tightly tied to the chair he was in, that Mr. Holden was tempted to loosen them.
The man, a convicted murderer, had spit forming behind the metal gag in his mouth, his chest was straining as he tried to break out of the bonds that held him. Mr. Holden backed off just a little a...
“I need you to be the one to lay me down,” Fiona told her brother. The two hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and in fact, Paul was the one that said he never wanted to see her again. He was confused, so she entered his apartment. “What?” was all he could say. Fiona started making herself a cup of coffee as Paul was trying to figure everything out. “Paul,” Fiona began, “it begins tomorrow. This is my last day.” Pau...
4433 Morgan Ford Rd. Apt 2-S
St. Louis, MO 63116
by Peyton Cee
I just can’t stop staring into the mirror. I’m ...
It was the day I was dreading all year, the time of the winter solstice. Festivals have been created around this day when the sun can’t seem to come out. But for me, it’s the day I felt the most like an eggshell that’s on the verge of breaking. Just one more tiny shake, and it would be my Humpty Dumpty ending at last.Since my diagnosis, I waxed poetic about my condition, but Mr. Miller called it a simple case of seasonal affective disorder, like it’s something normal that other bipolar people (namely, his other patients)...
“What do you believe?”
“What’s that my friend?”
“What do you believe?” Anthony repeated, voice carrying along with the pitter-patter of the halls. They were in the middle of the corridor of the Queen’s library, returning to the sunny world and exposed to the summer air. Light beamed down past the pillars, highlighting their walk. “Answer the question, Carrow.”
“Do you want my opinion?” Carr...
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