letting the truths go_ Our Segregated Table_The Perfect Blend_Calypso's Body
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letting the truths go
"Hey, Crystal. Do you like the cake thatwww.onedoor.cc I gave you?" my sweet best friend asked. I smiled and I was about to answer when my mouth automatically says.."Actually, it's not even delicious. Baking is simple but you're really bad at it, Lina." I bit my lower lip, I was about to say that it's 'not that great but I really appreciate it'Lina smiled but I can still see the disappointment in her eyes because of my remarks.Lina is a sweet type of girl and also vulnerable so as much as I want to filter my word, I really can't. "Crystal! What do you think about my boyfriend? He's handsome, right?" one of ...
Our Segregated Table
Trigger warnings: fat phobia, bullyingOur Segregated TableBy Zoey F.We had been best friends for five years. We were so close that even our parents were good friends, and because of that our sleepovers seemed to be endless. We always hung out during and after school- never void of each other’s company. We were both loners; both social outcasts as we shared the burden of being labeled “ the ugly chubby girls” within our school. Perhaps if we were funnier, perhaps if we were more outgoing and cool, we could’ve compensated for our unattractive appearances like the other boys and girls learned to ...
The Perfect Blend
Estelle James was proud to say she was the best baker in the whole of Cherry Blossom Town. Truffles, pies, cakes, even snicker doodles, everyone relished her scrumptious creations. However, at twenty-one, she still lived alone, loneliness was inevitable. Only a small baby rat, Monty, to keep her company. Brushing long chocolate colored curls out of her pale, elfin face, her emerald green eyes locked on the clock resting at the top of the kitchen shelf. Ten o'clock. Time for work. She drove off in her vintage scarlet Cadillac, drawing up to her little bakery. The wind ripped her mane of hair ar...
Calypso's Body
The ocean moves above me, shifting the light through the greenish-blue waves like stars falling into the sea. My eyes are wide open to stare into the distorted sky, watching the sway of beams that sink deeper into the water as if reaching for me, begging me to take their hands. I let them fall past me, leaving me in the dark. I wait for the light to fade away, for the clouds to cover up the sun, before kicking my feet and propelling myself back towards the world sitting above the sea. The air is crisp and harsh on my lungs, bringing the tears to the edge of my eyelids as I try to blink the sal...