Together is the Best Place to Be_Summer's Winter_Poisoning the Well_Keenan's Footsteps
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Together is the Bwww.onedoor.ccest Place to Be
Joelle stepped out of her car, grabbed her backpack and walked into Clinstine High School. She walked through the school grounds looking for Sophia, her best friend. Sophia is super competitive and athletic, but underneath that, she is super caring. Normally Soph is in the grass finishing homework. Joelle looked everywhere, and couldn’t find her. She made her way through the crowds at the doors, and once she started walking to her locker she saw Noah.“Hey, Noah!” she said, trying to get his attention. Noah was one of her friends from 2nd grade. Their older sisters were best friends, so they ...
Summer's Winter
If there's a word I'll describe myself with it will be pessimistic, for I have a tendency of expecting the worst out of situations and people. This has made me more withdrawn over the years than what is expected of a normal introvert.I had no friends. This wasn't because I was short of people stretching the olive branch my way. Rather, I was just too skeptical to take it.Through several past experiences, I had come to know that the human mine is frickle, their relationships as fragile as a egg and as unstable as the wave currents at sea.My lifestyle is quite simple, following a triangle patter...
Poisoning the Well
Patricia took it as a joke, which is how Jai intended it. While waiting for their afternoon session to begin at the conservatory, draped across neighboring park benches in the tidy city square, Jai told her about his dream from the previous night: the memory lapse, the paralysis, the laughter from the crowd as he leapt up from the piano and ran offstage. He’d hoped that Patricia would dissolve the dream’s terrifying power and confirm that it was just noise from his subconscious, too ridiculous to ever believe. And she did play along perfectly, laughing and chiding Jai for giving it a moment’s...
Keenan's Footsteps
His life was fine until they found out about his so-called ‘curse’. He’d heard of curses like his, been told he was the one unfortunate boy out of millions in decades to be ‘chosen’. He’d heard of magic here and there even before he’d known about his curse but it was rare in his time. It used to be flowing, in the air everywhere, but not so much now. He wondered why. His particular curse, he’d found out, was called the Astrophy curse, meaning, everywhere he went, the beautiful innocent flowers would bow to the ground and crumple, smeared with dots of red like blood red rain had fallen on them....