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Be Careful, Honey
"I can't do this anymore, mom.""Honey...""No.""Honey, please listen.""Do not call me honey.""Okay, Elizabeth then. Whatever your name is, I need you to listen to me.""Why should I? You've given me no reason to trust you or your word.""That's not fair. I'm your mother. Isn't that enough?""After all that you've done, you still have the nerve to call yourself my mother?""Like it or not, Elizabeth, I am your mother.""Not anymore, you're not...""You're being crazy.""You are not my mother because I am no longer your daughter.""You can't just decide that. I'm your own flesh and blood. I birthed you, ...
Not Just Another Competition
It started out as just another competition between the two of them. They were long time rivals since they were in public school. But Mark began to realize that in this instance it was going to be so much more. Mike had been talking, bragging really, about his ability in a canoe. He used the term ‘master paddler’. Mark could not take much of that, so he was drawn in, questioning out loud whether Mike was really any better than anyone in the room of drinkers that was Mike’s audience. He eventually came to see that the bragging was kind of set up, a trap. Mike issued a challenge, “If you think ...
Freddie's Last Flight
Nobody knows that Freddie Phoenix keeps a dark thought diary, but there's a lot people don't know about me. There's only so much that can fit in a thirty minute day.The diary started one midnight when I started to have worries, and questions that couldn't be easily resolved by my friends on Rosedale Square. There was only so much you could do with a song and dance number, or a giant foam pision sign. I knocked on my friend Rhonda smart's apartment door , apparently waking her from a dead slumber. I just unloaded on her. "Rhonda, why do I always go to bed so early? I got a stopwatch the other d...
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www.onedoor.ccSunlight spills through the blinds, thick, like honey. I groggily open my eyes. I rub away dry tears with the heels of my hands.Quickly, I fix my bed up and I wake myself up with an icy shower. As I walk to the cafe leaves drift down and I crunch leaves as I walk.I open the glass door and I see Jessica writing on a blackboard with a wooden border. I look around the cafe to find a girl glaring at me. Her brown hair cascades down her back with her thin bangs that stop at her eyelids. Freckles dance along with her cheeks and nose.Her mustard sweater with rhinestones compliments her cerulean blue...