Cherry Popsicle Day_High School Reunion about my friend._December 6th, 1941_Laila from Nowhere
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Cherry Popsicle Day
“Let me have it!” gushed out despairingly as he grasped at the melting cherry Popsicle just out of reach on the cement floor, it’s scarlet image blurred by the tears in his eyes. The soaring August heat was rapidly turning the Popsicle into a heap of cherry slush. A brutal booted foot smashed down on his hand, splintering Tyrell’s slender fingers, as another boot swung like a wrecking ball into his teeth and nose, again, again...“Hey, guys, Pumpkinhead wants his bloody Popsicle, should we let him have it?” Angelo snarled. Luke and Rodrigo, the two other prison guards laughed mockingly, and Luk...
High School Reunion about my friend.
It’s almost time for reunion parties. There is excitement and fear for anyone whose time it is to reunite with former classmates. My 20-year High School Reunion is the best reunion story out there. I attended my 20 Year High School Reunion. I had mixed feelings. First off, it was extremely over-priced. One of my classmates scored the “big time,” took out a membership at the ritzy country club and took advantage of the rest of us! Secondly, I tried to squeeze in as much as I could during those years. I loved high school.Well, except for how this particular story started.It was Sadie Hawkins. T...
December 6th, 1941
December 6, 1941 A bright blue sky for a hundred miles west ended the day. Cool mountain breezes, from the snowcapped Sierras, blew across the lowlands. A short hike to the edge of town, Alex and John searched for the house known as “Decay and Splendor.” Hidden among a neighborhood of pines, the gothic manor sat empty and foreboding. Boarded-up windows and tangled vines www.onedoor.cchid a once beautiful home fallen from glory. Dead leaves scented the air and swished along a buried sidewalk as they approached. Statues and figurines of white marble peeked out among the overgrown brambles. As they approached ...
Laila from Nowhere
Laila from Nowhere“What a prick,” Katsuji sighed as he looked through his clear umbrella to the dark sky. “Your money won’t even save her.”The person on the other end of the line remained silent for a few moments until, with a broken voice, he murmured, “What did the doctor tell you?”“I mean, she’s dying. What do you think he told me?” This time, the other person didn’t even bother to answer, and Katsuji inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. Glancing at the Glico runner, he tried to organize his thoughts and then apologized. “Hey, I know I shouldn’t be talking to you this wa...