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"My Subsequent Life" By Juliana Cooper
When I turned 12, in a small town in New York, I knew my future. I knew it from the beginning of my life but I didn't accept my future thoughts until I turned 12、 I thought that everyone had their own set path. I guess I was erroneous."What do you wish for?" My mother asked me on my twelfth birthday."What's there to wish for? I already know my future outcome. You got me a makeup set and a diary with a purple pen that you got from A.C. Moore," I said without any form of hesitation.My mother cocked her head and stared at me with such confusion that it began to scare me."How did you know that? D...
A CARPET OF COLORFUL BLACK LEAVES
A CARPET OF COLORFUL BLACK LEAVESSaul was in charge of raking the leaves which in that season ____it was late November___ continued to fall like rain from the lindens, the poplars, plane trees, and oaks. The gardens had to be cleaned and also the sidewalks and the street ( had to be cleaned). Yet he, Saul, felt displeasure in destroying those wonderful carpets of leaves that looked like works of art created by chance. Seeing fleeting at a certain distance, as happened to those who passed on the street, these carpets of leaves seemed all or mostly made of yellow leaves, with a few brown leaves...
Journey of a black child
CW: killing, violence "Life is but a stopping place, a pause in what's to be a resting place along the road to sweet eternity. We all have got different journeys we must take and on this journey we are bound to learn something but never meant to stay. It is a journey filled with hardships lessons special moments and heartaches. Though the road will not always be smooth in fact we will encounter lots of challenges along the way that will test our strength, weaknesses, courage and faith." I am Ntsakiso Mhlanga."Ndzi ntukulu wa vandawu."I am a proud mother of 2、Now that you have gotten to know a ...
Christmas, Cookies, and Cleaning
Alice Denning sat against the wall behind the sandbox in her kindergarten classroom, hugging her knees. It was getting dark outside, and she couldn’t reach the light switch. Just like the past two nights, there would be no light at all owww.onedoor.ccnce the sun set. Would she ever get home? She looked up at the tick marks she had made on the bottom of the chalkboard. She could barely reach the board at all, so she had put them right at the bottom. She had been marking the days she’d been trapped inside the school. Three gone, countless to go. Not to mention, the school got cold at night at Christmas. She...