In the Wake of the Past_The Warming Effects of Chocolate Cupcakes_Your Future_Finding Golden Midnigh
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In the Wake of the Past
Reruns of the Simpsons were just kicking off when the iconic theme was interrupted by my cell phone chirruping from my pocket. I took a quick peek at the number, which I didn’t recognize, and clicked the ignore button. It got me thinking of the old days, before caller identification, when every call that came to your house was a gamble. Nowadays, we were easier to reach than ever, and harder to get a hold of. My phone buzzed and chirped again. Same number, and they hadn’t left a voicemail. I answered this time, thinking that maybe it was some kind of emergency, maybe Hailey calling from a dif...
The Warming Effects of Chocolate Cupcakes
It had been a hell of a week. There were exams, projects, and homework up the wazoo, and by the time she got to Thursday night, Emilia’s brain was royally fried. She stared up at her ceiling, headphones blasting her On Repeat playlist in her ears at it diligently had for the past two hours. Her week was over and all the stress was gone. Sitting up, Emilia opened her laptop to put on a movie to settle down with when her grades popped up on the open tab. Her heart stopped. A zero?! How?!She took off her headphones and clicked on the grade. It was a quiz that she was supposed to take yesterday, ...
Your Future
Your door creaked and the sound of someone pushing it made you open your eyes. You were drowsy but you managed to sit up on your bed, your blanket still all over you. It was night and the room was dark because you had turned off the lights before going to bed. The pastor had averted any bad luck that wanted to follow you to America, but now you wondered if the prayers worked at all. America. You had come to America for holidays with your Uncle. He was your Mother’s younger brother and she told him that you so desperately wanted to go to America. You really had wanted to see this America everyo...
Finding Golden Midnight
On golden midnight, two sisters will fall in love and cause the return of dragons. What utter garbage. When I was born (five seconds before my sister, mind you), the midwife was almost frightened. “That girl’s got a battle in her,” were her exact words when she saw the black and silver streaking through my too-long hair, the translucent paleness to my skin, “I’m not sure we’ll like the outcome.” But my eyes opened soon after to see the cold world I had been forced into, and both she and my mother were taken by the sparkling blues that I’ve been told, “swirled like northern lights.” When my ...