Eleven Minutes in Chinatown_In Flight_Hear Me Out_Yesterday is Today
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Eleven Minutes in Chinatown
Coming up the stairs towards the front registers at Kam Man Market, Felicity was surprised to see that the sun had completely set during the thirty minutes she spent in the basement homewares section picking out the small bowls with blue fish at the bottom to bring back to her off campus apartment. She couldn’t believe that it got darker even earlier back at school in Boston, but it was entirely possible she had been too busy studying for finals to notice. to bring back to her off-campus apartment in Boston. As she was staring at the waiting for her credit card payment to process and staring ...
In Flight
Hanbei knew the story Jingwei, the fierce bird who flew through the skies above the Chinese oceans. She often wished she had met the beautiful princess who was transformed into the mighty-winged bird who protected her people from the crashing waves and the powerful seas surrounding her homeland. Hanbei regularly looked up into an unfamiliar sky filled with New York skyscrapers, and she wondered if Jingwei knew that she now lived near the Atlantic Ocean and in new country where her family needed the protection of the bright, majestic bird.Dragons moved to the new country years before Hanbei wa...
Hear Me Out
Title of story: Hear Me Out! Name of the author: Lydia Mensah Number www.onedoor.ccof pages: 9 Word count : 1876 Phone number/numbers: +233 020 7238235/ + 233 0548285822 Email address: esthermode005@gmail.com# Start your story with a character having a premonition, but no one believes them #“Mummy. I have the feeling that something strange is going to happen to me suddenly,” said Ama Afariwaa one day to her mother. Her mother, taken aback by her frankness, rebuked her sharply for her faithless, unguided, and unhealthy speech. The power pf positive words, she believed, should never be under...
Yesterday is Today
Where is the moment we needed the most?You kick up the leaves, and the magic is lostThey tell me your blue sky's faded to grayThey tell me your passion's gone awayAnd I don't need no carrying on….“Mallory, please shut that off,” I groaned. “now is not the time for that song,” “I mean, it kind of is,” she replied, sweeping broken glass into the trash can. You stand in the line just to hit a new lowYou're faking a smile with the coffee to goYou tell me your life's been way off lineYou're falling to pieces every timeAnd I don't need no carrying on“SING IT SISTER!” Mallory bellowed at me, and we b...