A Dream Of A Day_Checking Out_It wasn't planned_A Most Disastrous Royal Wedding
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A Dream Of A Day
The wind whipped my skin as I stood on the steps of a strange red house.The house had always sat on the end of McDonna Road. No one ever went in or out of it. The bright red color of the house paled over the years. The strange part of the house was the fact that there were two doors an inch apart.The door on the left had a round top like a watermelon; the color was faded yellow.The door on the right had sharp edges, the wood of the door had no paint, but was just the natwww.onedoor.ccural brown of the oak wood.I knew walking into random housing was probably illegal, but as a 15-year-old girl with overprotec...
Checking Out
“You can’t make me go,” pleaded Jerry, holding on to the reading table of the Northwest Library. “You can’t. You don’t understand. It’s after sunset. It’ll get me.”“We need to close up now, Jerry,” said Sandra, the head librarian with no time for more of his foolishness. “Nothing is going to get you. You’ve been reading too much from that book.”“No, that’s not it. I don’t think it’s stalking me because I’m reading this. I’ve been reading this because it’s been stalking me. Oh, what does it matter? You just think I’m a crazy old man.”“Don’t take it personally. I think everyone’s crazy. Come on...
It wasn't planned
For those of you that have overprotective parents, you would understand where I am coming from. I go up to my mother one morning and ask her if I would be able to walk to work. This was going to be my first day on the job because I am sixteen and have zero work experience. I am working at the Candle Cafe, and it is a twelve-minute walk away from my house. She said she would rather have my bike. I agreed to these conditions and jumped on my bike to get ready. She warned me to be careful of the stop signs in addition to the stoplights. As soon as I made my way down the street, it hit me that I h...
A Most Disastrous Royal Wedding
“We’ve narrowed it down to two options,” says my mother, beaming as though she’s prepared some delightful treat for me, “but we wanted you to have the final say.”“Well, that’s very considerate,” I say before I can stop myself. “I don’t get to choose whether I’m getting married, but at least I get to choose what to wear as I’m led to my death.”“Don’t be dramatic, Ziggy,” says my mother with a reprimanding frown. “A wedding is not a death sentence. It’s the happiest day of your life. Besides, you’re going to be a princess. It’s every girl’s dream come true.”I manage to swallow down my angry reto...