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I can’t believe mom made me go. I really don’t need more time around my brothers.Those were the first thoughts that went through my head when we stepped onto the traiwww.onedoor.ccn station. See, I am now 14、 My birthday was a few months ago, and I even have my driving’s permit. Unfortunately, this also means I can go to Grandma’s with my older and younger brothers without my parents. Josh is 16, and therefore has a driver’s license. He goes to South High School, where I will go next year, and is a part of the “cool group”. In Qitch, the rule is you have to be 14 to drive, permit, and 16 to really drive. It...
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Snow melting at last, the harsh bitter cold and storms finally gone and over, the morning air crisp but the afternoon sun warm and inviting. It was March end in the Colorado mountains, snow capped mountains still breathing - always snow in the high hills here. But now, signs of life and change in weather made the promise of a beautiful summer ahead. Leon Black and his wife, Joanne, lived in the tiny village, had a small cottage home with some nice acreage around them, she loved her garden and he loved to do his word working outside with the garage door open and his radio blaring out the oldies...
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Authors Note: So this one was submitted around 700+ words. It isn't as long as I usually write, but I wanted to end this in suspense. If you'd like a sequel for this, drop it in the comments please! Enjoy!"Sorry. Not allowed after hour."Orion stared up. A stout woman, French by the looks of it, thick-lipped with magenta lipstick and a brisk bun on the top of her head. She had silver-rimmed glasses, the shape of large ovals perched on her nose delicately and on her finger, she was twirling a bunch of bronze keys."Uh, I need the books. For a project." Orion tried to explain."Borrow the books. Bu...
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My Grandpa Frank's funeral was the first time I had seen a dead body.Now my mother, Aunt Susan and Uncle Joe were getting ready to go and clean out his house. I wanted to go but mom did not want me to go along."Why can't I go, Mom?""I don't think you would have any fun.""Seriously, Mom. None of you are going to have any fun either. You're going to clean out Grandpa's house.""True but I still really don't think you should go.""Come on, Karen," (that's my mom) "give the kid a break. If he wants to go, let him go. He was dad's fishing buddy. I think he'll be just fine." My uncle was ...