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Rabbit Hole
On August 20th, 2013, Lena walked into the classroom of the Queen. She taught junior and senior AP English. She had long blonde curls and piercing blue eyes. As always, she dressed with a retro air, choosing a fitted navy skirt, red heels, and a white blouse. The Queen was also the Debate coach. Which is why a fourteen year old Lena walked into her classroom at 2:05pm because she would join the debate team, just like the cool and confident girl on her TV. That girl was involved in lots of extracurriculars which is why she was so popular. The White Queen held the door open for all of the studen...
Wikket or Nice?
Helen Wikket straightened from her crouched position in the Fantasy section aisle of the Downtown Limora Library. Helen was an older woman in her late sixties who had found no absolute peace unless right here, surrounded by pages and pages of inked tales. If asked, Helen would tell you she had lived an uneventful reality but was the www.onedoor.ccmost adventurous soul everytime she ped into a book, which explained her dedication to this Limora Library. It was her first home. As Helen turned to push the cart out of the aisle, the familiar, hushed sounds of arguing hit her ears. Sighing heavily, albeit unable...
Pineapple Tree
Lauren sat in a circle with the other freshmen who had gathered for the orientation day festivities, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her neatly pressed blouse as they waited. This moment was months of hard work in the making. Lauren had fallen in love with the university unexpectedly the prior spring during a trip with her high school band. It was her state’s oldest university, and though not on her original list of considered institutions, she was unexpectedly charmed by the historical campus. Owing to its pre-automotive era construction, the university had no streets and students were req...
Sam Kinison’s Ghost
Seated in a movie theater, I waited for the lights to come back on while the ending credit roll for “The Batman” film crawled up the screen. Sam Kinison, who had just returned from the refreshment stand with a jumbo bucket of hot-buttered popcorn and an extra-large coke, retook his seat beside me.“Did I miss anything?” he asked.“Sam, it’s the credit roll. What’s to miss?”“Well,” Sam said softly before screaming at the top of his lungs, “SOMEONE’S GOT A BIG FUCKING BUG UP HIS BIG FUCKING ASS THIS FUCKING DAY!”“Sorry, Sam, it’s not your fault.”“So, are we going to watch this long-ass film again,...