Burn It in the Sun_An Unfortunate Night_To Meet Again_We Can be the Change
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Burn It in the Sun
Time was a human construct. It was created to measure the length of days, days in a month and duration of the Earth’s orbit around the sun. The standard unit for time in scientific measurement was the second, which is considered a standardized thing. An atomic clock, which uses electron transition in the ultraviolet region of the electromagnetic spectrum as a frequency standard, is meant to measure time with enough precision to synchronize the power grid, global positioning satellites and nuclear reactors all at once.But time was also relative. Sixty seconds could feel like an eternity for the...
An Unfortunate Night
Jack glanced at Cecil, the latter's eyes trembled with fear, lips quivered, head spiralling out of control. They both realized they were at the end of their lives, nothing mattered anymore, it was a planned suicide. Cecil summoned the courage to break the silence and whispered, "One last time, let's spend a night where they will bury us tomorrow". It was a decision made by the last string of hope, the last ray of sunshine, the last resort to change their minds, or maybe an invitation to tomorrow, to their end. Jack felt nothing, he didn't care for fear, neither was he satisfied. In an instant...
To Meet Again
As I walked out the door, I noticed that a crowd had formed around Clementine’s Cafe. I walked towards it to swww.onedoor.ccee what was going on, and that’s when I realized that Clementine’s Cafe had finally introduced a new drink. I couldn’t read exactly what it was, but the picture looked like the drink was tasty. I couldn’t wait to try it. I tried to find my way through the crowd. Even though I was very tall, it was still very difficult to see the sign. It didn’t help that more people were coming, making the crowd almost double. Clementine’s Cafe was a well-known shop, and everyone loved it. Then, the d...
We Can be the Change
Tay slapped the remote down on her dark brown sofa and gave out a huff as she sighed. She normally didn’t like to watch the news but she wanted to know if her big game tomorrow would be canceled from all of the storms. Instead of the weather and soccer channel, she found all of the broken bits and pieces of her country displayed on her screen. It felt gross to be on the side that didn’t care. It felt weird, like a burden, heavy. She lifted herself off her couch and walked out the door, soccer ball under arm. She stepped out onto the field energized. She loved playing soccer. It got her mind o...