Sunny, Rainy Days_Caleb, Dorm Chef_robin hood_The Quarterly Report
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Sunny, Rainy Days
The day I moved to America it was raining.Maybe if it were a cloudy, gloomy day it would have actually made me feel better in my quiet anger. A dreary setting to match my dreary mood. But no, despite the pouring rain, the sun was shining brilliantly.“Welcome to America, Lorraine,” the sun was saying, while the rain added “It’s highly unlikely to suit you.”This was confirmed the moment we left the crowded airport in Orlando, when the heat and humidity hit me like a train, adding to my bleakness.I feel my mood grow worse with each unremarkable house that we pass on our new street, every one of t...
Caleb, Dorm Chef
I turn the stove on. Click, click, click, and the blue flames grow. I unscrew the olive oil’s lid, pour it in the pan, wipe a stray droplet with the towel tossed over my shoulder. Soon David, Mike and Jonas would come home, so there was no time to lose.The pantry is full, as always. Every Sunday we pool our money, share our cravings and make the long journey to Cart, the cheapest grocery store in town. Jonas, who basically lives in the gym and does hammer curls in his sleep, carries three bags while the rest of us share the other two. I grab the two-kg penne pack and the jar of tomato sauce, ...
robin hood
robin hood.my backpack is heavy on my shoulders as i wait outside your house so we can walk to school togetherwww.onedoor.cc, like we do every day. i don’t usually go inside. when the door swings open, you walk quickly out, and almost run to me. “come on.” as we walk, i sneak glances at you. you are quiet and serious, and i know why. the yelling last night was bad, and you look like you haven’t slept, with lunar eclipsedark circles under your eyes. you break the silence. “i don’t want to go to school,” you say. “i hate school.” i’m surprised. usually, i know, school is your reprieve, and you are very good a...
The Quarterly Report
Autumn. Blood orange leaves flowed down the mountainside. Sunset yellow oaks waved like ocean water, twirling to reveal the hidden green branches below; the last of their kind. The season’s turning below mocked the blue sky above, which still conjured clouds of summer rain. If the world was flipped upside-down, it’d look like a sunset sea.Like the sky, a pair of piercing blue rebel eyes looked out across the expanse. Cal, a man of twenty-four years, was doing his best to accept the loss of ninety-degree greenery. The orange reflection in his eyes dissipated as he glanced down at his journal. H...