Lola_It Kind Of Tasted Like... Cinnamon?_ᗯᕼᗩTՏ ᑎᗴᗯ?_Ten Fleeting Seconds
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Lola
Sometimes what seems like one of the easiest things end up being the hardest. I mean all I have to do is say one sentence and walk away. How hard could that be? Very hard in fact very very hard.Just tell him you don't think we should be together. Presto, done. Walk away. But I don't want to break his heart. That's pretty much what breaking up with someone is. I sighed.“Nothing worth having comes easily,” I mumbled. “Nothing worth having comes easily.” Just remember that. But is this something I want to have? Yes. No. Maybe.ARGHHHHH. Why couldn't things just be easy? I didn't want to hurt him...
It Kind Of Tasted Like... Cinnamon?
It kinda tasted like… Cinnamon? But she was allergic, it couldn't have been that. I stared at the table, wishing it would magically show me the recipe. Stupid reality. Sometimes it would be better to be in a book. Unlike most grandmothers, my grandmother was a terrible cook. One time, she tried to make toast and set her kitchen on fire. She was that bad. But she always did have a way to make things right. It’s not like her cookie was that good, it was pretty nasty in fact, but the memories are what made it special. I just… Then there was Uncle Howard. What sort of name was Howard? It sticks t...
ᗯᕼᗩTՏ ᑎᗴᗯ?
I just want to say that this story was so much fun. I hope you enjoy...************The date was December 31, 2020. There were only 10 seconds left. My friends and I had New Year's all planned out. We were saying goodbye to all things negative. 2020, being on the forefront. Murder Bees be damned, we were not going to let anything bring us down.We shared our resolutions just as the last hour hit. Letting each other know that our friendships, which had already lasted the test of time, was the one thing we carry over to the new year.When the ball dropped at midnight, we were to yell Jumanji. Now, ...
Ten Fleeting Seconds
Ten Fleeting Seconds We had to play outside for nearly the whole day when we were children. “Can we come in Mum?” we would ask and the short reply was “No off you go and find something to do”. So we would find something to do. We would all go down the steep dirty track, racing to see who got there first, pushing and shoving and laughing until we reached the bottom. Deidre was always last and we would call her a rude name relating to her size – she would always cry and we would then call her a ‘big fat baby’ and start splashing at the edge of the lake. We would all take turns in www.onedoor.ccmoaning about...