The Forbidden Peak_A Teenager and a Tower of Pots_Aashi Dey's Peach "Punch"_The Green
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The Forbidden Peak
James awoke, startled by the downfall of an acorn which had decided to fall straight into his open mouth. He hurriedly spat it out. James had faced worse for morning wake-ups, like the time his Aunt had poured a bucketful of water over him, or when his mother had thought he was dead and had gone poking and prodding him to make sure he was alive. His mother.James clutched his knees closer to his chest, blinking back tears. Why did she have to go? He fingered the little red button his mother had given him as a baby. His stomach rumbled.He wished he’d packed more than a mere bag of chips which he...
A Teenager and a Tower of Pots
I was already alert when I heard the crash in the kitchen. I never could relax while babysitting. I couldn’t settle in on another familwww.onedoor.ccy’s couch knowing that the parents could come home any moment and find me binging on their Doritos (they always said “eat anything”) or find me asleep and drooling on their pillow. Or, if not the parents, then my real fear: An intruder. I imagined men scoping out the house, waiting for signs of someone leaving, assuming it was empty and then finding me inside. And when they did find me inside, I had a plan. I would bring my phone (always in my pocket) to a hid...
Aashi Dey's Peach "Punch"
Had she been sore that day? That was a phase that seemed to have passed long ago. She spent these days being rather desolate. She sat against the cane sofa, the atmosphere in the living room was that of ecstatic happiness, excitement and pomp. It had been years since she witnessed anything of that sort, though she was away, she could say, there wasn't much happening at home. Her mom, dad and brother had attained almost a saintly devotion, they had been thriving, her brother was preparing for what most people claim to be amongst the toughest examinations around the world, the great Indian JEE....
The Green House
“Mom, I need you to come pick me up.”I shivered as the dull, coldness of my phone screen left my cheek. The wind blanketed me as I watched each car leave the school. I tried not to look lonely and pretended to be fascinated by a pebble. Who knows when she would see the voicemail. Probably not until her shift at the hospital ends, which could be in five minutes or 12 hours. She wouldn’t be expecting this call, as I usually bike the 1、5 miles home. But it’s not like I planned to have my bike stolen. Who would want a rusty, red bike? “You going to Oak and Ridge?” A colossal, yellow bus had parke...