The Little Dancer_The Spring Awakening_Perfect_Eight on Nine Eleven
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The Little Dancer
That’s mwww.onedoor.ccy little sister Reyna over there, but I call her ReyRey. My mom says it’s easier for me to say “ReyRey” than it is to say “Reyna.” That doesn’t make sense to me, and I just like to say ReyRey better, but that’s what mom says. Do you see her with the white and blue dress on? Yeah, that’s ReyRey with her black hair pulled back into a ponytail. And that’s my cousin Ligaya next to her in the yellow dress. No, not that one, the one with the white ribbons in her dark brown hair, dressed in the yellow ducky dress. We call her “Li-Li.” I guess we give the girls nicknames in my family. But not ...
The Spring Awakening
The clap of thunder was still ringing in Rick's ears as Jim walked away. The conversation had started out simply enough. They had been arguing - it felt like they'd been arguing a lot lately - about what had happened that day. Or rather, what hadn't happened. They were supposed to have gone out with a group of friends on a socially distanced hike. Take some time away, out in nature. Out of nowhere, the morning of, Jim had decided that he wasn't in the mood for a walk."What's been going on with you lately? You were just complaining about how we never get to hang out with friends since the pande...
Perfect
The notes were high in the bar. The sound was buzzing in ears as I sipped the cocktail slowly to the rhythm. I watched as the waitress danced her own beat as she served the last of the waiting customers. It was a Friday night and business was good. I was a usual, and I recognized the new faces opening up here. I was swirling my glass in the final sips, as the door opened with a clatter and he entered. My heart skipped a beat.A moment of a lost soul.He walked straight at the bar. The 5ft 10 without a little lack of the perfection, still the same young man in my favorite blue coat.I adjusted in...
Eight on Nine Eleven
I will always remember the day of my 8th birthday. Mum had driven me to dad’s so I could spend my birthday with him. Mum had thrown me a little party the afternoon before with two of my school-friends. I was the happiest when she told me I would see dad on my birthday. My parents had been porced for two years then and I didn’t see dad as often as I wanted to. He had found a job in New-York and mum and I still lived in our house in Philadelphia. Mum didn’t mind driving me to dad’s even though it was more than one-hour drive. Dad always had a busy schedule. Mum always told me he was a trader bu...