Another Day at the Park_W Is For What_Sapeulan Sap_Outside the Dome (pt. 1)
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Another Day at the Park
Shana stared at the popsicle melting in her hand.The sun was beating down hard and was uncomfortably hot against her neck and arms. Sweat dripped down her armpits and the back of her tank top. It was a creamy strawberry flavor and was a soft champagne shade ofwww.onedoor.cc pink that reminded her of the pastel shades of the buildings at home. She loved strawberry. But she didn’t want her stepdad getting the satisfaction of watching her enjoy it. So she just sat on the fountain watching it melt in the sweltering heat. She was getting soaked by the constant splashing of the fountain but she didn’t care. She...
W Is For What
Before heading to bed, detective Blake brushed his teeth. As always, his thoughts drifted, and he saw himself caught in a fierce windstorm. In the scene, it was midnight, and the rain poured like buckets. His weak umbrella couldn’t handle the pressure and gave.Why do I keep thinking about this? I must move on but this keeps haunting me.The gutters rattled. The howling gusts blew, pummeled, and pushed him beyond where he desired to go. Using his hands as a shield, he tried to see. The streetlights appeared blurry. Water flowed along the edges of the sidewalk into the sewers. He heard a dog bark...
Sapeulan Sap
They told me grand stories of this city. They said this city iseverything you could dream of and more. I never doubted a single story that came from here. I was always sure that they were true. Why would anyone lie about the Spire? Why would people fabricate stories of what goes on in the streets? No one ever talked about the slums of course, no one would go there. If anyone mentioned it they'd play it down. I remember one story the most and that ended up being the story that would spark my reason for heading to New Fulcra.I was a young boy about 9 or 10 and was working the fields with my fath...
Outside the Dome (pt. 1)
“It isn’t faaaair!” I moan, spinning myself round and round, up and down in my chair. “Calm down Kaiti.” A strong hand catches the side of my chair as I whiz by, stopping my rotational movement. “But this year, Resin, this year.” I lean super close into Resin’s face. He just rolls his eyes and pushes it away. “We have this conversation every year. One, we’re too young. Two, we’re not old enough. Three, oh that’s right, there’s an age limit.” “Uuuugh-” I lean back in my chair, tilting it so far I’ve almost turned 90 degrees backward. “But can’t we try to, I don’t know, hijack the system or some...