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Liar Sammy's Truth
Liar Sammy. She was always Liar Sammy. No one believed anything she said. It was always like that since 5th grade. Her principal's son Jonathan was the first one who called her Liar Sammy. Sammy saw Jonathan stealing money from one of the classmates. She told the teacher who always thought Jonathan was the way to get into the principal's good book. Teacher asked a series of questions in front ofwww.onedoor.cc the whole class which Sammy did not have answer to. At lunch time, Jonathan stood up on the table in the cafeteria and screamed calling her Liar Sammy. All the kids repeated after Jonathan. There were ...
Orange & White Noise
TW: Language and Chaotic SequencesTerri set the cooler and tote bag on the grass beneath her feet. She pulled the big blue blanket out of the bag, gripped the edge, and let it unfold in the breeze before setting it on the ground. She set the cooler on one corner, the tote bag on the other diagonally opposite. “Well, come on, then,” said Terri. Her eldest child Lexi, carrying her youngest brother Ezra, stepped onto the blanket. She let Ezra go as she crossed her legs, scooping her red hair behind her ear and away from the wind.“This isn’t the best day to do this,” said Lexi. “I can’t see anyth...
Windchimes
The day started out bright but veiled – clouds forming a tattered gauzy curtain over a bluest sky. The air was clear; the pitch of the backyard dove more soprano than coo this time. It was an easy morning made for a Sunday. Popping prosecco felt like as natural a move as brewing coffee. Coffee came first though, the beans saturated deep enough to fill the house with its earthy, steamy scent. When Jason finally rustled out of the bedspread, he was greeted by visions of Stepford wives and shiny Cadillacs. Nellie stood over the sink; cup enveloped by short, thin fingers. Sun hit the steam rising...
Whispers of a fly
The moon was full and the air was stale on a hot and humid August night in southern Georgia. It was getting late and the two twins were sure they would be in trouble if they didn't hurry and get home. The boys knew their ailing mother would be anxiously awaiting with their hot dinner ready for them. Lonnie and Jimmy had just got done mending fences on the Brooke farm and still had a forty-five minute walk home."Hey Lonnie lets cut through the woods and cross the river at that old train bridge dad used to take us fishing at, that will cut off about fifteen minutes". Jimmy said in a asking voic...