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Survivalist
SurvivalistSteady the spear, calm the mind, now THRUST! Misty thrust her spear as hard as she could but whiffed on the small manta ray she was currently focused on. “Ooof!” was the sound that went out of her mouth as water went in. She quickly swam her way to the surface, coughed out the water and grabbed her shoulder. Missing with her spear wasn’t something she did very often but any time it happened it never felt good.Disappointed, she gingerly swam back to the shore. Then a half-smile crept on her face as she remembered, this was the day! Half of the spear fishing was done to convince that ...
the back room
The day it happened was blurry, but what i do remember is the moment that me and Rhea realised that we probably had to spend the night at the office, my car was snowed in and i always gave Rhea a ride home when we worked overtime. Rhea was my friend, we were both just part timers at that school; we helped with basic things like filing and printing. That school had a complicated filing system so we were only allowed to handle the basics like the co curriculums and mostly just punched holes and printed documents. We tried to walk through the snow that night but it was a blizzard, a step out and ...
Biker's License
**Author's Note** These are my own original characters from another story I'm writing, so I thought I would use them in a short story with this prompt and Olivia Rodrigo's song, Driver's License. There will be a little background about Aria, as she is the character POV I am writing in.Aquaria(Aria) NoelAria picked up the hook and stared at it intensely. Lillianne pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head in frustration. “Aria… Please honey, it’s not a weapon. It is simply just a hook. Can we continue to actually start the process of crocheting?” Aria ignored Lillianne. She stood up, put...
Adventures of The Mind:
The room was quiet, all you could hear was the wooshing of a fan as well as a book crinkling. Two girls were sitting on the couch that was against the wall facing the tv screen. One had blonde hair and her friend had black hair. The blonde had her legs curled beside her while her head was stuck inside her favorite book. The black-haired friend was laying beside her playing a game on her phone.She looked over toward her friend whowww.onedoor.cc was gazing with such intense emotion on her face as she read her book. She could not understand how she could have the passion she does for reading. She calls out...