Introverts, Lies, and Parties_The Beasts in the Garage_Don't Feed the Fish_Cinnamon
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Introverts, Lies, and Parties
1“Are you coming tonight?” a cheerful voice behind me asks. I turn my head around to see Isabelle with a cheerful expression on her face. “What’s tonight?” I ask. Isabelle laughs. “What’s tonight? Maya’s surprise party! Come on, Sky! You’ve known about this for months!” I blush, embarrassed. Now that Isabelle is reminding me, I totally remember getting the invitation three months ago! “Oh. Right. Um… I’m sorry, I’m not going to be able to go,” I mumble. Please don’t ask why, please don’t ask why, please don’t ask why…“Why not?” Isabelle asks. “You RSVP’d “yes” the day after the invitations we...
The Beasts in the Garage
I’m blissfully taking my afternoon nap when I hear a noise I did not recognize. It was a high-pitched shriek. Or squeal. I couldn’t really tell. I lift my head, listening. I try to focus on the area I heard iwww.onedoor.cct from. What was that noise? I look around at my surroundings. The couch across from me seems normal. The pillow I like to chew on, still in the spot I last left it. My favorite stuffed animal, tucked in next to me. Was it a car? Are they home? I decide it’s worth it to investigate. Stretching my lengthy legs as I rise from my nice, warm bed. There. There it was again. Coming from… outsid...
Don't Feed the Fish
One morning, when I was around nine years old, my mother woke me up on what I thought would be just another school day. To my surprise, as I was wiping my eyes,She excitedly asked, "Do you want to skip school today?" This was completely out of the ordinary, but it was not an opportunity I was going to pass up. Back then, my parents were in the midst of a messy porce, and I think she was looking for a way to escape reality. The weather that day was absolutely perfect. It was the first day after a long, gray and piercingly cold winter where the ground thawed, and the weather got just warm enough...
Cinnamon
Ae was walking around his apartment with his favorite mugs in hand, smiling like he was about to complete his life’s work. His house outside of the city was perfectly equipped for winter. It was a place filled with mugs, blankets, baking ingredients and tools. Brimming with pantry stuff, herbs and spices, mostly cinnamon. Ae liked cinnamon. It smelled like Christmas to him.Outside it was snowing, a rare sight in December in this part of Russia. A delightful sight, if you are sitting in a comfyarmchair with your feet up, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and a mug cake of some sorts. That what th...