Surreal Beauty_Spring voices_Passage to Freedom_Henry Can Help
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Surreal Beauty
There was a whole new world behind the waterfall, there was a whole land filled with unique, radiant flowers. All of a sudden, everything began shaking and gentle, yet harsh whispers began ringing through the area. As the noises got louder and louder, the world began hazing. Iris’s eyes fluttered open as she jerked up in her seat. She took a deep breath and exhaled sharply whilst rubbing her eyes. Where am I? She thought to herself. She looked around her surrounding to see many people squished together in a vehicle. Then, she realised that she was on a train, she was travelling to a nearby cit...
Spring voices
The darkness fell across the land where once beautiful spring flowers bloomed, all that remained were dead vegetation, even the colors of the leaves hadn't changed among the many other strange happenings on this unusual march 20th. Every year it's been the same the equinox, the moment in time and space when the sun positiones directly above the Earth’s equator, usually bringing warmtwww.onedoor.cch and light back to the Northern Hemisphere. However, this year was different. In The small town of goos bay, Oregon population 586 Something wasn't right, it didn't feel like spring had arrived at all, in fact it...
Passage to Freedom
I awoke with a start, my eyes adjusting in the darkness. I looked around hearing the bombs in the distance. I was in a room with twelve other children; it was the norm to hear the bombs going off and bullets springing from the canisters of military-grade weapons. We lived in hell; all of our families sent us here, ordered by the government to send children off. I was nearly 13 when I was sent here. Now I am 16 and still too young to go. I have dreamed for years to be back with my mom, on our small farm where the mountains met, and with my old cow, Granny Bertha. I awoke to my bunkmate, a 5-yea...
Henry Can Help
“Darla,” my roommate Mary struts to the living room of our suite where I am sitting, studying for my final that is coming up. She holds up a novel that I had finished a week or two ago. “This was due last week.”I look straight up at her losing my train of thought. “Last week? I say indigenously. “No way it could be overdue, I remember turning in books…” I let my sentence trail off as I try to remember how many books I turned in.“Dar- you know what that return policy is like, you have to go. Now.” Mary was right. At our university, the return policy was super strict. If the school found out ho...