Nothing Else Needs to be Said_The Reunion I Didn't Want_A scent of a fresh apple._A Cryptic Frie
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Nothing Else Needs to be Said
How many times must we fall for this trap before we learn our persistent lesson?We are born into prophecies and destinies, swaddled in the arms of the future before we can even lift our newborn heads. Some of us are lucky; some of us are told we will be heroes, the names inscribed on the bases of marble sculptures, our faces forever etched into stone for all to worship and thank.But the lucky ones are fair and few in numbers, and the rest of us are left behind.Those of us infected by misfortune have our destinies thrust at us with upturned noses and trembling lower lips, as though we are poor ...
The Reunion I Didn't Want
A soft gale of wind was breezing by outside. The day was nothing but perfect. The day was bright and sunny. The birds are singing in harmony. Well, I’m not realwww.onedoor.ccly sure if they're singing right now because I am sitting in my apartment. But, I’m pretty sure they are. My mom called to tell me that she was making her famous blueberry pie- my favorite. And I knew instantly that something bad was going to happen. Call it karma or whatever. But I was firm believer that good and bad things are a combined package. I opened my laptop and was shuffling through my mail when I figured out what it was. It w...
A scent of a fresh apple.
One scent can bring lots of memories.I have a few memorize scents that make me remember certain events or situations, especially in those times where I found myself walking down the busy streets of Canada.A simple scent of the strong aroma of cocoa with mallows on top, matched with a scent of fresh-baked cookies, reminds me of the days where I usually spent my afternoons inside my favorite coffee shop; scents where I always find my comfort every time I was on the edge of the oblivion. Scents where I always find my comfort and peace during the autumn season. Scents that would constantly remind ...
A Cryptic Friendship
School, 7:57 am: AriusI leap out of the car to see the haphazard brick school building. Children careen into each other and tumble towards the ground. I hear people howling and laughing. They seem to be causing a riot, but in reality, they act like every other middle schooler. I quickly stride towards the doors as the bell shrieks, making my ears ring loudly. As I near the doorway, rowdy students push past me. Drifting towards the back of the crowd, I bump into another boy. After a quick apology, the student introduces himself. He is moving so fast I can barely make out his slim figure, but I’...