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The East Star
Every night he would look out at the sky, in search of the East star. It gave him comfort knowing that there could be a possibility that she would be watching the same star, at the same time. They hadn’t talked in years. In fact, they hadn’t talked since he had dropped her off that night, but he could still remember how that night felt as clearly as if he were rewatching the memory on CD over and over again. Why they hadn’t spoken in years was his fault, he knew that, and although he didn’t regret it, he could still feel her weight in his arms. He looked up at the East star again, and watched ...
Magenta’s Nightclub: The Start of Living Life to the Fullest
Magenta’s Nightclub: The Start of Living Life to the Fullest By: Ireland Lorelei“Are you coming tonight?” Theresa asked.“Girl, I just don’t know yet. When this pandemic started, I was loosing my mind wanting to get out. I missed the club. Hell, I even missed going to the grocery store. That was a first for me! But with everything just opening all the way back up and people just starting to get the vaccinations, I am not sure that I am ready to go to the club yet,” Isabella replied.“I know. Trust me, I get it. I guess I am just so ready to get out of the house. I miss people. I miss having a fe...
Sakura Dreams
She walked up the hill, which now seemed so familiar, to the lone sakura tree. It was April now, so the blossoms were in full bloom. The boy was sitting underneath the tree like usual."It's about time you got here! You fell asleep later than usual, huh?" the boy always starts the conversation."Yeah...sorry 'bout that. I was redrawing an old OC and lost track of time," the girl responded."Hey, no judgement here. I'm the king of losing track of time."The girl sat down next to the boy, and they sat in a comfortable silence for a while.She observed the boy again, noting his soft features with gree...
Sorry, big bird
Susan was having a sandwich. In a dwww.onedoor.ccaytime, when the blanket of sky gently covered anyone in the street with its patches of water blue and white, she went to the porch and inhaled the salty air of her youth. Her rocking chair was directed towards the shore where fatty seagulls would become a threat to her pleasant snack. Thank God, she was sitting there near the walls which she painted with her father when she was ten; the walls which were keeping the warmth of kind talks and quiet support. Each creaky sound was within her. Canadian winds would probably become an obstacle for her comfort, but s...