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Lilium
Five months after Harry's death, Lily stood in the middle of the back porch dressed in her nightgown and slippers, her greying hair still messy from sleep. Grief gnawed at her body. Her once delicate features hollowed and hardened over the past few months. Not thatwww.onedoor.cc anyone ever told her that. Although, she often caught their glances with their lips pursed and concerned brows furrowed. She knew their thoughts and hated being someone to fret over. In the crisp morning air, Lily's slender arms turned gooseflesh. Her old Burmese cat, Jimmy, twisted and looped himself around her ankles. Saunterin...
Jessie's Story
I'm here to tell you a story about a young girl who was so bad no one wanted to be around her. This girl had such a disregard for life that she was incapable of feelings. The things she did was unheard of for a girl. Those around her tried to get her the help she needed, but she refused.This young girl hated everything and everyone including family and friends. She would hurt anyone she came into contact with. She simply didn't care. She went about life without any feelings for herself or the people who cared about her.This young girl's name is Jessie and yes, the girl described above is me. I...
moths
There was so much darkness in the beginning, then suddenly, from nowhere, the window appeared. It was modest, with a peeling white frame and deep, velvety blue curtains that hung loosely from its sides. I had wanted so desperately to reach my arm out and stroke the curtains with my fingertips, but I couldn’t see my body. I couldn’t feel my body. I had no weight to myself, but I could feel the wood beneath me, the dirt above me. The window, in its modest nature, revealed nothing to me at first, as if it were sheepish. All I could see was tall grass that insisted upon dancing for me, swaying sid...
Jean S
10th of April 1988、 A very hot day with sunny glints on the lake' surface. Isaac was still thinking of his classmate, Jean S. . The unique image of her smiling face made him happy. He would even say : the happiest man in the whole world. He was attacted by her. Her behavior, her manners, her voice and her beauty. Jean had a profound culture. She impressed by her morality and feminity. Once during the literature class he recalled her discussion about the Russian literature: she knew all the European writers and their novels. He was not accustomed with this kind of literature. Jean took the tim...