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Metamorphic
“Speak now!”Betrayed by the silence that followed, Beril turned to leave. Haphazard mirrors leaned against the ledges of the purple-veined pit, reflecting just enough light to see the carved footholes. The unresponsive abyss below apparently didn’t care that she could have died getting here.Then came a late echo, reverberating with a deeper sound and jumbled words. “Now speak!” …When the orange tents were scattered in the cave, separated by stalagmites with worm-like precipitations hanging from them, Beril began to notice the odd looks. It was a week into the caving excursion.Negative Two Bas...
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His eyes fly open. The first thing he registers is the warmth against his arm; it takes a minute for him to realize that it’s actually hot, scorching, roasting. Instincts kick in and he immediately yanks his left shoulder back, but then his vision is white and his breathing is way too fast and holy shit that hurt so much. His vision slowly fades from white to black and it takes him another moment to realize that his eyes are closed again. He tries to blink them back open, but the attempt alone exhausts him and he can only slump down further.Someone is screaming. He manages a weak swat forward ...
A Drastic Change
A Drastic Change By: Haripriya I didn’t want to go. I never even wished this for Christmas or on my 11th birthday. This was never supposed to happen if we hadn’t just moved into a better community. Or so my parents said. They had no choice but to move where their boss told them to go to. At first, you might think it is a great neighborhood. Offices, businesses, companies, large buildings, parks and gardens, shopping malls, theaters, groceries, everything. Except for a good school. None of the schools here are good. The highest rating middle school here is a 3 out of 10、 Yes, the highest, me...
Tear it Down.
I pushed open the black car door, but couldn't bear to bring myself to look up. I was too afraid of what might meet my eyes as I stepped out. But even looking down couldn't help me escape the horrible memories that haunted my past. My shiny cherry red heels clacked loudly on the blacktop the same as my years at school there. I immediately recognized the markings. The hopscotch lines they painted but never got used, the parking spaces people would use as lines for heated games of four square.A floodgate opened somewhere in my brain, triggering so many memories I had worked so hard to suppress ...