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Honor Court
Honor Court Summer tried to think of the author who wrote a half truth was the worse kind of deception. She re read the quote someone had scribbled in her note book. “Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it, so that when men come to be undeceived, it is too late; the jest is over, and the tale hath had its effect: like a man, who hath thought of a good repartee when the discourse is changed, or the company parted; or like a physician, who hath found out an infallible medicine, after the patient is dead,’ Jonathan Swift. Who was trying to screw with her? And what was too late? Did t...
Mya
Money is always a bit tight, but they are ok. Still, Mya is a 15-year-old girl and has a lot of growing wants and needs. She loves fashion, but her mom is not so supportive. That is part of the reason she dresses so slutty, she isn’t allowed to buy new clothes. She has a huge crush on this boy in her class, Darius. He looks like a Greek God, with olive-toned skin, and a chiseled jawline. Darius is a bit mysterious, but that only adds to his attractiveness.www.onedoor.cc Who doesn’t like a good mystery to solve? Teehee! ^_^ As most high school-aged kids do, she has this crush she swoons over, fashion that s...
The Raincoat Man is Often Hungry
The Raincoat Man is Often HungrySarah Walker spent the afternoon watching her kid run circles around the playground just steps from her condo nestled in Uptown New Orleans. She'd ended her shift at Children's Hospital earlier than expected, and the babysitter was thrilled for an early release. These late October days filled with occasional falling leaves, chiseled by the brush of a cool breeze, offered the perfect dose of encouragement. Finally, Sarah began to trust that everything was going to be okay. Every day represented a triumph, for she was more determined than ever to thrive following ...
Cape Fear
Every day at noon he drifted through the village avoiding eye contact, mumbling, sometimes singing, with a perpetual grin on his face. He was large framed and tall with big hands and a long stride. His face looked red as a cherry, and his hair was greying and rested on his shoulders and looked unkempt, like a mullet. He usually wore a cape. A black cape. Not like Batman’s, much shorter. Why did he wear such a thing? Nobody knew. Nobody could answer that question. Sometimes he carried a cane and would beat the rhythm of each step on the road as he walked along. He was strange indeed. Everyone t...