Reminiscing_Something like that_BACKWARD NEVER_Mr. Mace's First Cookie Exchange
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Reminiscing
I yawn loudly, stretching my arms up into the sky. I rub at my eyes, exhausted from having been woken up before the sun. Brooklyn was giddy, practically jumping as she ran up the hill, calling over her shoulder for me to move faster. Even at four in the morning, she’s as energetic as ever. I stare up at her shadowed form from the foot of the hill where we play almost daily. It was still dark enough that we should have brought flashlights but Brooklyn overruled me. So, with cat pajamas, boots with no socks, and a thin jacket that did nothing to keep out the chill in the air, she rushed me out i...
Something like that
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same, same music playing, same drinks, same everything. There were even the same people, although she might not recognise them. They hadn’t aged so well.Dawn, on the other hand, had aged gracefully. Her slim form looked healthy, and her hair had just a couple white hairs in the thick, brown hair. She had shimmering brown eyes, beautifully done nails, and wore a dress that went down past her knees.I notice someone standing behind her. Maverick. He had stringy grey hair that didn’t look brushed. He had blue...
BACKWARD NEVER
Trigger warning: abuseWhen Janet woke from what seemed like a dreamless deep sleep, her eyes caught the blinding light through the window. Struggling to open her eyes she pulled herself upright, clutching feebly at the blanket for support as she yawed. She had no idea where she was or how she had ended up in this unfamiliar place. A man was sitting beside her. Blinking her eyes to clear her view, she tried to search through her mind who the stranger could be but nothing came to mind. “Where am I? What’s the matter with me?” Janet was puzzled and her heart raised, not because of the man sitting...
Mrwww.onedoor.cc. Mace's First Cookie Exchange
Outside 111 Sycamore the street was blanketed by a thimble-thick layer of pure white snow. Flakes the size of quarters were still floating lazily to the ground. Though the road was still a clean sheet of winter powder, the sidewalk was traced with the lines of modest strides coming from either direction. The footprints combined to clear most of the snow leading up the walkway to the Hines' wraparound porch. But the last guest had arrived ten minutes ago, and the clearing was slowly beginning to fill in. The final guest was on his way and would clear the path with a shovel before heading insid...