Her Eyes_The bird that taught_Rainbow_Potatoes
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Her Eyes
The bell rings, and everyone rushes out of the school building. Except me, I was the only one that was stuck in detention. At least I thought I was. I look over as I hear the doors slam open, and jump at the echoing sound. Then she walks in. That girl, the one who makes my heart skip beats when I see her. She looks at me and our eyes meet, it seems as if the whole world slowed down when I catch a glimpse of her eyes. Her glare is intense, but it doesn't matter to me, those eyes are the reason why I fell so hard for her. "Willy, Leo, take your seats." The vice principle says to us, which breaks...
The bird that taught
The title of the contest took me back to 2018 when I felt I had hit the rock bottom of my life. The days when smiles were the only masks we wore and hand sanitizers were a symbol of sophistication. Legends have said one must learn to live alone and be happy with one’s own company which has now-a-days been further accentuated by social media. I was a worshipper of - " I am happy alone". I do not know why I felt this false sense of self sufficiency and ego. Maybe it was a defensive way of mine to cover my frustration and bask in fleeting happiness.Those were also the days when I was preparing fo...
Rainbow
It wasn't always like this, the wrenching sobs non existed, the vacant stares and the stoic poses simply an abstract concept. The house used to be full of light, the drapes were always open, sunrays bath the entire place, warm and soothing. I remember the first time I www.onedoor.cccame to that place, my new home. I was excited and nervous, didn't know what to expect, but if it was anything like this petit precious girl, then I had nothing to fear.We used to run around the living room on endless afternoons, drenched in playful energy, amazed at the connection we had. And it was perfect like that, just the t...
Potatoes
Of all the places in the world, they had spent their only day off - like gold dust at the moment - on a potato farm. Familial obligations, a bad case of the flu for Uncle Richard, and a willingness to get out of the city had led them to this point, trying not to bash their heads on the ceiling of the car as they drove down a driveway seemingly made of very inconvenient and very small mountains. The harvesting needed to be done, and somehow that job had gone to them. To be fair, at the time he had not minded, had even been slightly excited at the prospect of a day in someone else’s shoes, livin...