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Family Photo
Knocking on the bathroom door which seemed to feel like eternity in my young mind. I was starting to panic, would I have enough time to get ready? A cold sweat started as I feverishly hit the door trying to prompt my older sister to hurry up. Finally, the creak of the door opening as she looks at me in disgust. "Are you wear that?", she retorts in mockery. It was a pretty blue dress my mom recently purchased. I was rarely in a dress and very uncomfortable. I would prefer to be in my cut offs with a comfortable cotton t-shirt on. I knew today, my uncomfortableness was more important to my mom. ...
Fear in the Dark
Akari was panting hard as she looked at the creatures around her. Some were on her side, others were her attackers. The stupid bush-faced mayor. He sent out a child in the place of an adult. She was a sacrificial lamb to these monsters in a sense, because she was an orphan. Very few would miss her. She knew it to be true. Her sword was covered in the blood of the monsters before her, both parties still standing despite injuries. She swung her sword once more, clearing a path for her dog and herself to run. She was a beast tamer, but sometimes, beasts didn’t want to be tamed.Akari and her houn...
The Doldrums
July 19, year of our lord 1813, Ian scratches into what is left of his makeshift log. The eastern sun was already up at between forty and fifty degrees in the crystal clear blue sky of the Central Atlantic. It would be noon in less than three hours, their twenty-first day lost at sea. Glancing forward to the bow of the thirteen-foot skiff that had been their confinement. Ian only spoke English and had no idea how to communicate with the black slave – he simply referred to as John. Ian, desperate to escape the poverty and destitution of early 19th century England, dreamed of starting a new life...
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My old grump of Grandfather lived in the middle of nowhere. It would take us hours to drive up to his house. I hated visiting him, but my father would drag me there anyways. “It’s a nice thing to do!” He would say. I didn’t hate my grandfather, I hated that he made me do all his yard work whenever I was there. I never had time to sit down and chat. My father and grandfather would always talk in a low whisper when I was around, shutting me out and forgetting about me. They once forgot I was outside during the middle of the winter. I nearly froze to death. That was until my grandfather’s darlin...