Wheatish Complexion, Average Height_The Plauge_Past regrets and Future promises_Chex Mix and Rentals
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Wheatish Complexion, Average Height
I hop over the 20 dot kolam and open the gate. I know I will be sent to Mayura Bakery and Sweets within minutes.I look back at the four swans with cherries in their beaks, encircling a sharp leafed twig. They float on the street outside the gate only when special guests visit us. The guests who could potentially become family.I remove my school shoes and carry them inside. The shwww.onedoor.ccoe rack has been shifted from the front door to the back door in honour of visitors.I walk into the living room. A new diwan cover set with red elephants parading on them greets me. The diwan is strategically placed to...
The Plauge
It all started when the world seemed at peace. I guess we all got too comfortable; because what happened next nobody expected. I live on the most southern border of Detroit; a city riddled with crime. You got to be tough to grow up in Detroit. We all carried around switchblades in our pockets. My older brother Apollo steals for a living. We grew up poor on the streets after our parents died. I was little and they took me to the central park. We came home and I ran to the street corner. Suddenly I was cornered by a man who put a gun against my temple. I felt metal against my skin, cold and hard...
Past regrets and Future promises
The old saying goes that the eyes are the window to your soul then why did his eyes look so dead? Starting into a square medicine cabinet mirror he examined himself. Dead hollow eyes stared back at him reminding him of the man he once had been. Dark murky brown hair flopped messily in his face. His reflection was like a ghost hollow and pale. It had been three months sober and still, his body looked like shit beaten to hell by his years of abuse. The only starting feature where his blue-grey eyes that glared mockingly back at him, reminding him of all his straight-laced relatives who always to...
Chex Mix and Rentals
Hannah and George Bordain—despite looking the same—could not have been more different. They shared bright red hair, freckles, almond shaped dark brown eyes, and a pointed chin that dimples when smiling. “Are you twins?!” That was a question they’d get asked frequently.“No,” Hannah would reply pointedly to the woman in the grocery store, the man at the gas station, the elderly couple on the bus. George would giggle. Hannah didn’t waste her time explaining that she was a small sixteen-year-old and George was an overgrown thirteen-year-old. In fact, George was more like their parents than Hannah....