THE OPOSITE SIDE_I should've checked my phone... "Oh COME ON!"_Until We Part_The Speci
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THE OPOSITE SIDE
Yesterday I sat with grandpa Roy in the balcony and ate rise, he put down his fork and started eating with his hands, “grandpa Roy, you are eating with your hands!” I told him “right,” he said while getting more rise from the bowl, that’s when I remembered when my mom told me that eating with your hands is disrespectful. “Alex” uncle Roy said “there are places where you eat food with your hands and there are places where you eat food with sticks. But did you know that parents in the Oppositelle kingdom tell their kids “don’t eat with your feet!” “why would they say don’t eat with your feet ins...
I should've checked my phone... "Oh COME ON!"
It’s only 9:00 AM and I’m already holding a trash can so I can throw up whenever I have to. Why? Cause it’s *reech! SPLAT!* April’s Fools Da-a-… Ahhh!!! I can’t say it! It’s the 1st of Ravril. I can’t say the Apr- word. Why? Cause it gives me the worst feeling ever! I can’t stand this day! Everybody keeps trying to prank me! Why? First of all, I’m a principal. Second of all, kids don’t really like me that much because I guess you could say I lose my temper… But it’s only because some kids keep annoying me and well some kids keep talking back to me. Iwww.onedoor.cc know, I know. You’re probably thinking, “Yo...
Until We Part
She was surrounded by flowers of every kind, every colour and scent. Roses, daisies, baby breaths, tulips and so on, all you had to do was name it. With every step she took, flowers sprung up. Leaving behind a plot of land filled with flowers. The intoxicating scent of flowers and land that goes as far as the eye could see would have made any other person dizzy with excitement, wanting to see how far this plot of land would go. But she wasn't. She was tired of the field, and the sun, though not harsh, was constantly shining, there was never once rain. Yet flowers continue to blossom and weeds ...
The Special Years
John was sitting in his father’s chair in his father’s study. The house had a damp, unlived-in feel about it. His mother had died a couple of years earlier and his father, Bradley, had lived alone there since her death. John imagined he could smell roast dinner being cooked by his mother in the kitchen and hear his father shouting at a political broadcast on the television. As he surveyed the room he spotted a ball of screwed-up paper lying on the floor where his father had attempted to throw it in the bin. Near the bin, a bookshelf in the corner housed some repair manuals and a cop...