Sentimental Memories_The Roast_Thankless life_Looking for Sunshine
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Sentimental Memories
“Lizzy, come and check this out,” Jake shouted and his voice echoed from the attwww.onedoor.ccic.“Be right there, I just need to pack the rest of the food,” replied Lizzy from the kitchen. “Did you find something interesting?”“You bet!” he replied with an excited voice. “A wooden chest full of old family albums, you need to see this.”Jake pulled out the photo book that was on the top, with a gentle blow removed the thin layer of the dust, revealing the caption ‘Summer, 95’. He carefully opened it, taking a peek at the first page.It was a colorful picture of a family in the middle of a forest. Tall, sharp mo...
The Roast
TW: cannibalism, violence, infanticide Ursula Entertains 1206 words By Avelino de CastroHortence and Ursula were ancient. Their facial features were chiseled cruelly by time, leaving their heads looking like brown rotting apples, with wisps of white, and grey cotton plastered to their scalps. Hortence had deep furrows in her cheeks, and on her forehead where time had angrily stripped away her beauty. Ursula had no teeth left on the top. Her upper lip sunk into her mouth leaving her looking like a zombie. They rocked in rockers in Ursula’s living room. Ursula poured cl...
Thankless life
“Thanks a lot,” I said earnestly at the news of my new promotion. I guess it was true what they said about the holidays being a very giving season. Ever since I became an independent adult, no one really gave or did things for me out of kindness. Everyone was too busy trying to get by day by day when you became an adult and had to pay bills. I smiled though chasing away my jaded thoughts. I texted my best friend, Jamie, about the good news.Ever since we started working in the office together as new hires, we got along instantly and hung out outside of work all the time. If there was anyone I w...
Looking for Sunshine
This is the story of how type-A control freak, Alaina Cooper met her lifelong best friend in the very excitable, unruly, and excentric, Cherry Carter. The summer sun was just lowering itself behind the old Levittown-styled houses of Park Creek. The pinkish-orange sky painted a beautiful backdrop for the dull neighborhood. The Cooper’s lived in one of these bland houses, 3 bedrooms and 2 and a half baths with no standout features, but tonight this house stood out. Every night that the Cooper parents weren’t home you could always tell. The music from the building roared almost as loud as the no...