Journey to America_Ballad of the Anti-Hero and her Girlfriend_Future Green Goliath_jiāoqiǎnyánshēn
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Journey to America
“Meena! Come down!” “Mi amor Adrianna! Please give Meena some time!” I could hear Anna and Thachi, my siblings, fighting in the background. I rolled over and pet my pet rabbit, Josephine. I would have to leave her tonight. The swishing palm trees in the wind. The crash of the ocean waves against the sand. The rush of the waterfall that always soothed me to sleep, no matter what kind of day I was having. It was all so beautiful, I didn’t see why we had to go to Aunt Elaneor and Uncle Morgan. Why didn’t they allow pets like Josephine? She’s just a harmless rabbit! What could happen when she was...
Ballad of the Anti-Hero and her Girlfriend
“God we’re packed like sardines…” Eriko muttered. The train was packed to the brim with people trying to get out of the city. It wasn’t like most times where they were just trying to get away from a giant superhero fight. No, today was just… nice. It was in the 70s and the clouds were fewww.onedoor.ccw but fluffy. If a supervillain decided to launch whatever evil plan they had must’ve stopped because today was just that nice. Although, that meant everyone was dying to get out of the city. Meaning everyone who didn’t own a car (aka: more people than Eriko realized) were heading down...
Future Green Goliath
As a kid, from a young age, I always was a big comic book fan. I was more into Marvel Comics than DC Comics. Though, DC has some great characters. Superman being on the top of my list.Growing up as a kid in the 80’s, it was a joy. For a fact, Saturday mornings, was a great day to be a child. Several major networks showing cartoons based on Marvel and DC characters. I read a few comics (I should say watching the visuals more often) but I got to know the superheroes and the supervillains by watching them on the little screen on the Saturday morning like any kid of that era. As a young boy, just ...
jiāoqiǎnyánshēn
jiāoqiǎnyánshēn (交浅言深) Chinese, v. - to have a deep and intimate conversation with a stranger. The phone had been ringing nonstop for the past twenty minutes from an unknown number. Even when I denied the call, or put my phone on silent, I couldn’t get it to stop ringing. Despite knowing that this was definitely the first five minutes of a horror movie, I answered it. And as soon as the voice on the other end spoke, I knew who it was. My birth mother. “Hello?” I called out, and she answered me. I didn’t think she would answer me. Didn’t think she could hear me. Didn’t think she’d listen. “Hel...