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Yuji and the Crag Whence the Dragon Took Flight
Yuji observes the crumpled pink pellet that was once a sticky-note and steers it from afar by drawing tight circles with his slinky forefinger, alternating clockwise and counterclockwisewww.onedoor.cc. He’s been willing it to float and join the eclectic swarm of papers swirling above the littered room that was once his. But it defies his wishes, preferring to twitch around apprehensively as it hovers mere centimeters above the frayed tatami mat floor. The mats haven’t been changed since he fled this house ten years ago. The tightly woven rushes have long lost their grassy scent; straw yellow has replaced th...
The trail of life
Sofia walked faster than before, moving around every vine and branch in her path. The forest was so dense that even during the middle of the day, she could barely make out things just a few feet ahead of her. She also kept getting scratched by the thorny vines every now and then, but that didn’t slow down her progress. After all, the life of her little brother hung in balance.Sofia was a 20-year-old sophomore at the community college. She was an introvert at heart who lived at home instead of the dorms, resulting in the fact that she had very few friends. But she never felt lonely as she alway...
The Power of Illusion
They were painting the walls green. "We're going to use it as a green screen," Georgio, that slightly black Italian kid, said to me. I'd asked him for an answer with my green eyes. My momma said jade green eyes like mine are rare and usually only seen in books, chosen by the author to give a character a striking appearance. I didn't know what she meant by 'see' in a book. After my uncle Steven gave me The Wizard of Oz I understood. All day the painting went on. Looking into the roadside clubhouse, I was fixed to the sandy sidewalk, the careful sweeps of Georgio's steady hand rearranging my in...
The Will of Her Will
Ruth was a bitter woman - strong and determined - with a strong will… Though shrew, she appeared to be calm, mature, and collected. She was an African-American woman. She was proud and confident. But, still, she was bitter. Ruth had what most women dreamed of. She would have a husband, three children (girls), and a house (with a white picket fence.) Okay - maybe, there was no white picket fence. But, still, there was a house.Ruth was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She had five siblings - four brothers and one sister. Her parents migrated to Philadelphia from the South. When she was a teen...