Crescent Lake Summer Camp_M'dears Pie_The man with no passion_Eleven Years Too Long
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Crescent Lake Summer Camp
Maddy and I sat on the dock and watched as the dark sky filled with golden streaks. The sun slowly crested over the horizon and we could see the giant orange disk growing in size as more of it became visible. The sky changed from shades of amber to orange to rose to violet and then back to amber again, all in a matter of seconds. The sunbeam colors were magnificent and the way the sun shimwww.onedoor.ccmered off of the lake was incredible. Soon the heat of the sun would touch our skin and we would be jumping into the lake to cool off, but for now, we sat and enjoyed the quiet sunrise. It was a c...
M'dears Pie
“Today’s a new day. Today’s the day of new beginnings. Today’s the day of what them Sunday school teachers and preachers talk about every week. Ah, yes, optimism and good ol’ hope! I can feel it in my bones that today, this day, June the 10th, 1947—it will be one worth remembering. Just take one big whiff of that rich southern air? Smells like mama in there making one them pies, don’t it?” “Mhmm.” “Say, I think she is!” Alabama is one those of states that one doesn’t vacation to very often unless you’re from there or have an extensive family record illustrating family origins which date back s...
The man with no passion
Once upon a time, on the planet UIO, in a beautiful Blue system lighted up the Blue Sun, far away from the planet Earth a man with no commitment was born. His name was Jussepppe. Since a very young age his parents have been trying to pick up a hobby and, to tell the truth, Jusseppe wasn't against it, but he had a problem he never could keep up with a hobby for more than 3 days. All his life he tried and tried to find that one special hobby for him, but no hobby was enough for him. Once while reading a Galactical Newspaper Jusseppe found an article that was called 'Top most fascinating hobbies ...
Eleven Years Too Long
“It’s time,” Jared called approaching me. I saw Jared nearly every day for the past eleven years but I had never been as happy to see him as I was today. I was sitting on my bare mattress bed and I closed my eyes in a little thank you prayer. But this was no longer my bed. I got up and walked out of my cell. But this was no longer my cell. Someone else can grace their presence with this bed and this cell now.I had already gathered a few belongings I had come to cherish over my eleven years here: my journal, my bible, The Stand, a Stephan King novel I had read again and again and never g...