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Courage and Living Life Freely
It was a beautiful autumn day. The crisp air felt so good. I could smell the pleasing and familiar aroma coming from Johnson's Bakery. Today just seemed like a www.onedoor.ccwonderful day. However, today was not going to be a wonderful day, because today is the day that I was going to tell my parents that I won't be continuing the long-standing family business of working in the Johnson Bakery. I felt terrified as I was walking home from the bakery.As I shuffled my feet my thoughts raced through my mind. What if they are disappointed in me? Ugh, of course, they are going to be disappointed in me. I am enti...
Just so long as we're together
Brandon and I are sitting at the Orange Thread café. He’s ordered a caramel macchiato, I a strawberry cheesecake milkshake. It sounded disgusting as I told the cashier I wanted that, but it was too late to retract my order.“Are you nervous?” Brandon says. He’s kicking the leg of my chair, a habit that I used to find endearing but I now just find plain annoying. “Cos you don’t look very scared.”“I’m trying hard not to,” I say. “How long is it until we have to get to the school?”“Forty-five minutes. Don’t worry, I visited a few days ago so I know exactly how to get there.” But it’s Brandon. Of...
Following your dreams
Through the stone archway of the villa, Steve saw an army jeep drive past the villa. Soldiers ran behind it. Then two more passed, followed by a truck, its unfastened tarpaulin cover flapping at the rear. He got up quickly, but continued to rise into the air, weightless. Steve was then slammed into the wall, along with the table and chairs and other loose furniture. He got to his feet ran up stone steps to get to the roof so he could get a higher viewpoint. The steps went on forever. They began to spiral, and get steeper, and narrower. Steve stopped at the top, staring at a dented red metal do...
A Cabin at Calvin Lake
This is the second part to my previous story, A Drowning at Calvin Lake. It would be awesome if you could read that story first, but I don't think it's necessary for this story to make sense--it would just give some helpful context. Thanks for reading!Trigger Warning: mentions of domestic abuse, alcoholism, suicide.The frozen sheet let out a groan as Ren shifted her weight onto it. With each timid step, the ice grumbled. Ren was halfway to Tavin when she heard a crack beneath her.Instinctively, she dropped onto her stomach and army crawled the rest of the way to the crater. The ice made no fur...