A Night at Samantha's House_Party Time_Strannik_It should have been easy
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A Night at Samantha's House
It was still hot at midnight when twelve-year-old Kyle arose, as he’d planned. Slipping out of his Star Wars pajamas, he changed into the clothing that he had earlier laid at the foot of the bed: underpants, tee-shirt, and cutoff shorts. With sneakers in hand, he tiptoed down the hardwood stairs in bare feet. The door clicked shut behind him. Inside, he’d been a prisoner. Outside, he was an intruder on the night.The backyard trees—mature maples and smaller, recently planted varieties—left no space for throwing, dribbling, or kicking. The only sign that a child lived here was the jungle gym set...
Party Time
“Come on, its going to be fun! Paddle boards, hot tub, floating dock. Great people, food, drinks. You are definitely going to come, right?” She pleaded with me over the phone. I want to go but it was complicated.I chew my lower lip and take a deep breath. “Can we make it a 70% chance of a yes?” Always leave some wiggle room I think to myself and wonder if I’d actually go. 30% chance of a yes more like but I do not say this. Like the weather, I am not always so predictable.She sighs, I hear the resignation in her voice. “I guess that’s better then an outright no.” she pauses for a moment, ...
Strannik
Ivan and his pack of six hunting Dogs had cornered a large Bear. The Bear was angry and fierce, and fought with all it's might against the Hunter's Dogs. Two of the Dogs had their fangs fixed tightly on either side of the Bear's neck, the Bear clawed one of Ivan's Dogs to shreds."Okhotnik!!" Ivan shouted.The Bear then bit down on another Dog and shook the poor awww.onedoor.ccnimal violently. "Laika!" Ivan yelled in anger.Ivan aimed his rifle at the Bear's neck, and pulled the Trigger, sending a shell into the Bear's Jugular, felling the animal once and for all.Ivan looked at the bodies of Laika and Okhotnik...
It should have been easy
I thought it would be easy. I thought that I would never have to think about them again, that once they were out of my life they would be gone and I wouldn’t have to be thinking about them in the middle of the night.It’s not like they were bad people. The opposite, actually, they were my best friends. We shared laughs and food and heartbreak and homework answers. All through middle school, they would save a seat for me in the cafeteria and sat beside me. They talked to me, as friends do, and I opened myself up to them, and they to me. They had unknowingly pulled me back from the edge many tim...