Not Too Late_From Darkness, Comes Light_Gone!_ESM: Emergency Sister Meeting
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Not Too Late
Write about someone going to extreme lengths to return an overdue library book.Clouds were starting to roll in, I glanced quickly at the sky to see how much time I had before it rained. I ran faster when the first few drops started to wet the sidewalk. I weaved through busy people heading to work, nearly pushing people over. I clutched the book tightly to my chest. I had the bus stop in my sights. I looked down at my new watch. I had a minute and thirty seconds before the bus would be here and I was too far away. I had to run faster, this was the last day to return my book before I was charged...
From Darkness, Comes Light
“We’re running out of time,” I whisper to myself. My steps are steady, my posture straight and calm, a carefully crafted facade to hide the inner turmoil eating away at me.I can feel The Darkness creeping in, like iced covered hands gripping my mind, body, and soul. It plays at the www.onedoor.ccedge of my consciousness… waiting for me to let my guard down. It becomes harder each day to keep the fragile grip I have on my sanity. I step outside into the cold of the new summer, making my way to the settlement. The air’s become frigid since The Light disappeared nearly ten years ago. Seasons once humid and hot...
Gone!
“It was right there!”“You say that every time you lose your phone, Celeste.”My mother’s grimace was growing on her face as I frantically started throwing the papers on the dining room table around searching for my phone.“I mean it this time,” I wailed and continued my desperate attempt to locate my Smartphone.“I would say retrace your steps, but we do not have time. We have to leave, now.”Her tone was final, and I let the last few teardrops that had been welling in my eyes escape down my cheeks. It was hopeless. All day without my phone. This would be excruciating. A wedding for my mom’s frien...
ESM: Emergency Sister Meeting
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Anne McBride’s fingers flew all over the keyboard, typing as fast as she could, à la Clark Kent, the Daily Planet’s fastest typist. Currently, there was a party at Chloe Higgins’s palatial house and she was invited, along with her younger sister Katherine, but she declined. She had more important things to do. She was focused on homework—always have, always will. Their youngest sister Mary was at the Silver Spatula, eating burgers and fries, drinking shakes, and studying with her study group. At least Anne hoped that’s what she was up to a...