Temporary Tattoo_Arenea_To Melodie_The Coin Flip
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Temporary Tattoo
The buzzer sounds, cutting through the air with authority and resonance. A gaggle of thirteen-year-old boys clear the court, limbs bouncing and dripping with sweat. Boys from both sides collect their belongings, take long sips of water, and find their family members in the bleachers, waving to them weakly. Brennan finds his dad by the doors of the gymnasium. He pats Brennan on the back twice, and they head out into the December night with their coats hugging them.Brennan watches headlights move through the parking lot, fluid like a ballet. Snow floats down from the black sky as if origin...
Arenea
I stare up at the starlit sky, watching the full moon disappear behind a bank of clouds and drift out again. The stars are bright tonight. I sit on a chair by my windowsill, Starfire curled up in my lap like when she was a little kitten. The black cat purrs, rubbing her head against my hand as her tail wraps around my arm. “It’s a perfect night, Starfire,” I whisper. Against my will, a grin breaks free and a giddy laugh escapes me. I clutch her to my chest. She yelps and wriggles out of my arms, falling to the floor. She meows. “Right, focus. No giggling. No grins.” I take a deep breath before...
To Melodie
Dear Melodie,I'm sorry. You were my sister; my twin sister actually. We shared the same birthday, celebrated our entire lives together. We were basically one in the same that made this the most challenging thing I'd ever have to do, but I had to.You were always our parents golden child; their special little social butterfly. So beautiful and free but also the most fragile. Everyone knew the girl on Hamilton Drive, you were so eye catching how could they not know you. The way your coco colored hair always fell perfectly to frame your face, your slim but also curvaceous figure, and just gazing ...
The Coin Flip
“Okay, heads I eat the worm, tails, you eat it,” Riff muttered to Clay as he gripped at the cold copper-plated zinc in his sweaty palm. He wiped a bead of moisture from his forehead, wondering how he could flip the penny strategically to get it to land on tails. He debated about using the trick coin that he’d traded with Billy on the bus last week for his pocketknife. Double tails = Win every time! was the writing on the package. He felt guiwww.onedoor.cclty about using it on his brother, but maybe he should just this once. He wasn’t about to eat no damn worm. “Deal,” Clay hollered as he sat down in the dir...