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“Hey Holden, what’s up?” I ask my old guitar friend. Holden looks up at from where he crouches beneath a set of drums. His eyes squint at me, before a grin flashes across his face. “Brandon? It’s been such a long time!” he says, getting up from his crouch to walk over and hug me.He then pushes me back a bit and l...
Sandwiches, I have decided, are the best thing to ever grace the planet. People have come to me from all over the world to tell me otherwise, but at the end of things, I will always win. They (the sandwiches) are such a piece of beautiful soul mate that I have no desire to see other people. Unless, of course, they are the sandwich boy name...
Nights at my grandpa’s village are so different than at our house in New Delhi.I like it here at my grandpa’s place, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.Nature and man seem to be so close.Grandpa often remarks “Ah! Delhi is such a busy city! why live there at all? Stay with me and grandma.Sarah I promise you won't regret it.” Before I can think of a polite way of refusing him my grandma would reply “Oh! the old man has lost a few of his brain cells and forget...
I saw her from across the room and I knew immediately that I was in love.How many times had I heard people around me talk about love at first sight? Sure, it was a time-honored cliche but I never thought it could apply to me. Countless times I watched from the sidelines as my friends and family, one by one, found this type of connection that seemed to consistently avoid me. Not until the moment I saw her did I realize I had allowed myself to settle into the hopeless assumption that not another living soul would ever be able to fill...
Annaline and her friends went backstage to meet the famous dancer. Their hearts were all filled with excitement, making themselves eagerly waiting for the dancer to come onto the backstage. "wow! am so super excited *calls were made everywhere and announced on the facebook, the opportunity to meet this famous dancer. The famous dancer made his way to the backstage, as they tried to reach to him but they were given a hard push by the bodyguards. Disappointments filled their hearts, and what they saw the...
He calls, you knew he would, you have just met for the first time at your boss's dinner party and as both your eyes met and held for a second, you get this funny feeling in your stomach, love at first sight maybe, this should be it. You could swear you've seen him somewhere. Maybe on Instagram or somewhere else, but you can't seem to place it. You also feel like you have known him forever, isn’t that how it always starts in the movies? You let your mind wander a bit to your first meeting or rather, the first date, as you let yo...
Calm down Trina, calm down. You're almost there. Steady and deep breaths, I thought to myself as I frantically navigate the empty school hallway. The pounding of my heart rang into my ears like a marching band inside my ribcage. I was beginning to feel sweaty and sick and I wanted nothing more to just start packing and head home.The panic attack that terrorized my body showed no signs of stopping and I could feel my lungs ready to collapse. I was far enough from the busy lunchtime courtyard to not hear the deafeni...
Falling in love at first sight, was not an idea I heard throughout my childhood. I grew up hunting in the woods for survival, where my parents taught me all of their skills pertaining to living in the wilderness. They were the ones that told me how to properly skin a wild animal while also looting a royal carriage, and not get caught. To be able to stave off hunger when the winter was harsh, and there wasn’t a variety of easily accessed food. If it weren’t for them, I woul...
“It was love at first sight,” Graham said, climbing up on the piano in his sock feet to light the chandelier. “Excuse me, it was not.” Elizabeth tossed a thin cloth like frothed gold over the table and set golden candlesticks on it. “It was for me,” Graham said, fire in his hands, laughing down at her from the piano. “I’m only speaking for myself.” “Even for himself he isn’t telling the truth,” Elizabeth said to us, her silvery dress catching the light every way she moved. Her quick fingers lit...
"Magic is a four lettered word spelt; L,O,V,E. This I've found to be true in life but never in a spelling bee." This I said with a smile on my face and that caused Richard to laugh hysterically. He said even at my old age I never lost my touch, that I'm still as funny as ever but I'm not so sure that's true. The old description, not the sense of humour.
"Well dad, I'm sure you didn't call me out here to tell jokes. Why exactly am I here?"
Richard was always a smart kid, sometimes too smart for his own good. He asked not because he kne...
Autumn leaves came falling down from the trees. Few green remained on the trees on the twenty-fifth morning of October. The world was turning orange, reflecting off of the windows on the homes resting on Madding Lane. Victorian homes, most likely hiding a neglectful father and spoiled children. Deborah Jones strolled down this very road, heading to a cul de sac with few homes, near the greaser trailer park. It was 1952, and Deborah, or Debby, was 15....
Chipo hands her water pot to Matty and turns to the side of the small path quietly. She raises her dress in order to pee behind a small bush, but something draws her attention. Chipo drops her dress and walks to a small rock nearby.Tom lies on the ground unconscious; the rising sun hits his face. Chipo blows a soft whistle.“What is it?” Matty shouts from the path.“Come and see,” answers Chipo. “I have found a small boy” continues Chipo.Matty puts down the water pots and walks to where Chipo stands looking a...
He had got up early at dawn..could hardly bat his eyelids the other night, such excited he was. He had silently tiptoed into the freezing cold outside, holding the easel to his chest and tucking the sketch pencils carefully inside his jacket. His mother did not have the slightest clue about his son's intentions otherwise she'd have never allowed him to brave outside in the cold, without making sure that he wrapped himself from head to toes in warm clothes.When he came and sat at the spot he had chosen the other day they arrived at ...
rain pours down on us as fiercely as my feelings for her. wet and cold, alone and vulnerable. we are all the things we tried so hard not to be. there she stands, this tall, pronounced, beautiful woman. her red curls dampened to a light brown, her pink, accentuated nose pointing upward, her full lips protruding outward, the freckles scattered across her face barely visible. I know who she is, I have heard of her spirit, h...
There was something strange about him. When I tried to look him in the eye he faltered back into the shadows of the trees. His eyes were like pure pools reflecting a silver full moon. His hands shot forward holding out the soccer ball I had kicked into the woods. His hands briefly brushed mine and sent a warm feeling through me. “Madeline!” A girl shouted from up the hill, “Hurry up!“ &nbs...
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