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The Road Most Taken gets taken by a Road-Least-Taken Person
NO WAY! I tried to explain it to her, but she didn't understand. There is no way that she will get me to go. I remember thinking that. I should have just agreed, right away. I mean, why would Lena ever do something bad to me? Or make it difficult for me? She had never done it before. I was just way too stubborn, then. I was just like my mother, but that's a different story for later."C'mon," Lena (My best and only friend) begged, she was a good friend, even if sometimes we had different views (sometimes is code for a lot of times, by the way), "It'll be fun!"I crossed my hands, and at the time...
The Freedom in Virtue
Have you ever heard the expression “The truth will set you free?” I am here to tell you that that statement is very accurate. I am going to tell you a story about a woman who always lied. Her lies got bigger and bigger until one day she had herself in such a conundrum and had no way out. Let her story serve to you a lesson on the importance of truth. Kennedy grew up in a large family. She was one of five children. Smack dab in the middle. She spent the majority of her childhood fighting for a spot in the bathroom to get ready for school, for mom and dad’s attention and for teachers to remembe...
Table For Two
Table For Two—George DavisHerbert Pillsbury called the Bickford Inn to make reservations for him and his newest girlfriend, Adelaide Norton. She is the prettiest thing ever walk God’s green earth. She’s more beautiful than a basket of good, ripe Maine Blueberries Herbert thought. “Yes, Mr. Pillsbury, we can accommodate your request: dinner for two on Friday the 12th,” Owner and maître D,’ Orrin Welch confirmed the reservation. “Well, Hon, it’s all set. I’m taking you to the Bickford Inn for dinner Saturday night.” “Wonder if I don’t want to go, Bert?” “Ah come on, Addy. I’ve made reservations ...
Outwitting El Duente
She ran happily with the river, trying to keep up with the floating little boats she made from twigs and cottonwood leaves. Stretching out her arms, she imagined herself as water, pouring over stubborn rocks, flowing with the fish, and making ripples to keep the creepy water spiders away. She was blissfully one with the river, until a few minutes later realizing the thing she feared the most was waiting just around the bend.At 14-years old, Carolina still wore long braided pigtails. She lived her life in a duality of childlike adventure and adult responsibilities that reflected a motherless ...