First Time_Strangers in a Hotel Room_Helicopter Seeds_Tropical Ki
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First Time
I trembled like leaf as Madison questioned me, insisting upon knowing why I wouldn't be at Sarah Gray's partwww.onedoor.ccy Halloween night. I tried to be cool and shrugged, saying I just couldn't make it. "Oh, come on, Chelsea," she responded, "Your parents haven't ever minded you going to parties. You were going to high school parties in 6th grade!" She shouted, clearly getting angry. "I know, I know. It's just..." I trailed off. What could I possibly say to make her accept that I wouldn't be coming. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," I told her, acting as mysterious and exciting as I could. "Try m...
Strangers in a Hotel Room
-discussion of domestic abuse--As it was his first trip to Las Vegas, he wished he wasn't here to kill a man. Guy eased out of the taxi in front of the tall hotel and casino, and looked nervously at the commotion around him. He questioned again if this was a good way to achieve his goal. But what other option did he have? He was alone in his mission, he had been working on it all year, and this was his best chance. His old faded khakis were clean, his dress shirt tucked in around his potbelly. The circular driveway was full of people getting in and out of cars, in black suits and gowns, in sho...
Helicopter Seeds
Imagine: Cheyenne Yasuda. A dancer with feathered costumes and twinkling sequins in her eyes. She was a former ballerina whose blistered feet couldn’t fit into pointe shoes. Her reputation spread through the lips of her neighbors and was for the way her O’s were stretched long and echoed in the back of her throat when she talked. Her name was musical and belonged under a spotlight or carved into a plaque. That’s what her family believed, anyways. But her name actually meant “one who speaks incoherently,” which was also true. There was no rhythm or rhyme to the tone of her cracked voice and how...
Tropical Ki
The men arrive on a large boat, all clumped into a crowd on the surface, hats obscuring sunburned faces and overgrown beards. Binoculars held up against squinting eyes, sight blurred by sweat and the jostling of the sea, they cannot see the petite girl on the horizon.She waits for them on Elina Beach, the fine sand slipping between her toes and clinging to her ankles. The sun is unforgiving, and a patch of green foliage from the palm trees above basks her in a cooling shade. This is not the first time she has dealt with the visitors. Ma Makia assigned her a few seasons ago too, but there were ...